I said, "What for...there is very little up there these days."
Up goes the ladder, a different one, I might tell you, to the one I used last time I went up into the loft (3 years ago). "She'll be right", said Tim and I agreed as it was very long and I would be able to manage better. Mmmmmm! Scene was left till it cooled down ...an indoors activity planned for later.
While Tim and Sooty were off having their evening constitution up to the dam and back I thought I would pop up and give it a sweep and get down the stuff we wanted.
Ladder secure. Mat under feet so we don't scratch the timber floor. Give it a shake and a push... the ladder not the mat! All seemed safe. I was approximately 3/4 the way to the top when ever so gracefully the ladder slid. It was like walking on an escalator in the opposite direction, you know, like when you were a kid! Trouble is I am 56 now!
I looked down as the ladder was sliding and was thinking about how to land, fall, crash and what damage I was going to do to myself. Suddenly the floor was the furthest concern from my mind. Just as the end of the ladder reached the edge of the man hole ( woman hole?) ...it stopped. Stuck on the edge was a small plastic end cover thinggy that broke in half and went flying accross the space called loft. Stuck on the edge was crazy women in knickers and T.shirt hanging on for dear limb. Life was okay I summised but a ride in ambulance was sure to be the nights activity.
Tom was home. Thankfully he was just hanging around waiting to run to my assistance. Normally he'd be asleep by now, aircon blasting just enough noise to dampen my calls for help.
After berating me for doing such a stupid thing without someone to hold the ladder and threatening to leave me there and collect his inheritence early he then held the ladder steady while I went up to finish what I started. Nothing like a bit of drama to finish off the day. Yep...Alive On the Edge!
Keeps the heart pumpin' clears out those arteries!
The ladder stuck on edge.
This is how far it slid.
Okay, I believe you, you like to live on the edge, you know there's really no need to be quite so 'literal'!!!
ReplyDeleteHate to say this, but Tim was right....
hugs
Annette
snessest... hows that for word.. could be good in a book.. make up your own meaning!!!
ReplyDeletelol lol
hugs again from Annette
How do you pronounce it? Sness'est or snes'sest?
ReplyDeleteWhere did that create it's self from? You on something Sister!
OMG!! you are bloody lucky! No ladders for people over 50 when they are by themselves is my rule! Learn that sister.
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Gailene
LOL, it was the 'type in' word, you know for security reasons... lol best one I've seen
ReplyDeleteand today's is 'moidete'....hhaha.. love it
I am glad you didnt get hurt, Thanks for all the lovely comments on my blog and the wits site
ReplyDeleteI hope you are doing well, looking forward to seeing you at WITS over the new year