Sorry for my ramblings of Monday - hope I didn't depress you all too.
The black fug has lifted and I'm back to normal now. The messy house is still the same but I'm just trying not to either notice it or let it get me down.
A while ago I entered a competition in Candis to become their next blogger. You had to write something amusing that happened to you in 200 words.
Today I found out that I didn't get anywhere with the competition, not that I expected to really, but at least its given me a new blog post.
So please see below my entry to the competition. Hope it makes you smile.
As my fingers fumbled uselessly in my handbag, I realised with rising panic that I had forgotten my door key. My mouth went dry, heart began to thud and my palms were sweaty. I was later than I’d planned to be, well you know what it’s like when you get talking, and my husband had obviously decided to have an early night. To make matters worse the battery on my mobile was dead.
I rang the doorbell, risking waking the children, but no one stirred in hibernation house.
All the other doors to the house were carefully locked so, as panic resurfaced, I stood below our bedroom window and shouted. My voice echoed around the neighbourhood but my husband slept on.
Spotting a ladder lying idly along the side of the house I heaved it up and leant it against the extension roof. Trembling in high heeled shoes I climbed slowly up, step by step. Shaking even more, I negotiated myself onto the flat roof and up to the bedroom window. I rapped on it loudly. Eventually Lazarus rose and with a frown on his face opened the window.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get in,” I replied. “Obviously.”
Since that day I have never forgotten my key!