What Can The Matter Be

Oh Dear!

You've probably guessed already what happened.

I was in the kitchen, making greengage jam, watching the bread machine which was nearly finished, and waiting for the washing machine to stop spinning and let me hang the curtains out in the (now) sunny garden.

I put the curtains in the washing basket and headed to the front door.  I thought I'd better tell Roy where I was going, in case he had another disaster in the painting of the little bedroom upstairs.  The last one was about an hour ago when he lifted the stepladder a touch too high as he was moving it and swiped the faux oil lamp fitting, which promptly shed its opal glass shade which bounced off the top of the ladder and then hit Roy full in the mouth before shattering on the floor.

After making sure he had no  permanent damage I swept up the shards of glass and work resumed.

As I said - that was about an hour ago...

So, I shouted up the stairs that I was going into the garden to hang out the washing and an unintelligible mumble was the only response.  'What did you say?'' I shouted.

'I'm stuck in the toilet' he shouted back.

'Stuck in the toilet? What do you mean' I shouted as I went up the stairs.

'I was in here and inadvertently pushed the door to and, as I had taken off the handles, it shut tight and could not be opened.'

'So how can I open it?' I asked.

'Get the handle and the bar that's on the sink and you can open it.'

Which, ultimately, is what I did and released the poor guy.

He had been stuck in there for a quarter of an hour, waiting for the washing machine to stop so that I could hear him shouting and banging on the door to try and get my attention.

Maybe we don't need that sound-deadening insulation after all...🤣