And on the seventh day hell froze over, pigs flew and Bob became my Uncle!
Not fully concentrating on what I was doing this morning as I prepared to leave the house, I left the toilet (in this case the bathroom) door open. Clearly not aware of the gravity of the situation I had placed myself in I pottered along, merrily gathering my belongings for a day at the grindstone until I saw the look on my husbands face as he pointed behind me.
Concern. Shock. Bewilderment.
This was quite fitting as they were the exact emotions I felt when he said:
Do you want our chi to escape?
Hurriedly I closed the door apologising like an ashamed child who had just been told for the fiftieth time to pick up their toys.
What is the world coming to?
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