Yesterday started off badly. Having slept in a bit, I stumbled from my bed to the bathroom. As I locked the door, the handle of the bolt came off in my hand. The bolt itself is metal, but the handle is plastic.
I was therefore locked in. The door itself opens in the way, so putting my shoulder to it was not an option. After spending a not inconsiderable amount of time trying utilise any bathroom festoonery that I could lay my hands on to get out (including at one point, my toothbrush) I settled on the idea of tying a towel to the door handle and trying to pull the door open that way. I have to say that whoever screwed the bolt to the door frame was determined it should never come off. It was a credit to his or her work that it took quite so bloody long burst the lock.
Being even more late, I quickly got dressed and jumped in the car to go to a 9am meeting in Forfar. Had I leased the Audi A4 cabriolet that I was going to, I would have made much better time. Instead, having purchased a 1500cc Nissan Almerra, even with my foot to the floor, it seemed I was going no faster than the speed of an arthritic sloath carrying some heavy shopping. The time spent in the car was not wasted however. Oh no. I used it to concoct a variety of excuses as to why I was late. None of them involved me being locked in the bathroom.
I should have known something was up when I arrived at the council offices as it was so easy to get a parking space. When I got inside, I realised I was not actually late. I was early. A whole day early in fact.
I did some work and drove to Carnoustie for a meeting with Boss and a shop owner. When I got there, I discovered shop owner was accompanied by a Public Affairs officer. The same Public Affairs officer that I was engaged to up until last year.
Some days your the dog, other days your the lampost............