Trapped

As it was very windy in Horwich yesterday, I shut myself in Herb and Hollie's shed whilst cleaning them out. Just as I was finishing up there was an almighty crash and when I tried to open the door I realised why. The two pallets that Chris had placed opposite the door had blown over and had cunningly placed themselves in such a way that I could only open the door a few inches As Chris was on the motorway to Durham things were not looking good!

Herbie and Hollie were not much help It took me some time, some skinned fingers, and some panicky curses to manouvre the pallets sideways away from the door so I could get out.

I can laugh now but a couple of inches nearer I would have been in big trouble

Needless to say the offending pallets have been moved!

I wonder what the buns would have thought about spending the night with their humum

I wonder what their Humum would have thought about hay for tea and breakfast

I'm surprised you go near the buns without a mobile phone in your pocket - you never know when you might need to call for help with your lot

Very good point Sparky. Sixer, take her advice!

Sparky wrote:I wonder what their Humum would have thought about hay for tea and breakfast

I'm surprised you go near the buns without a mobile phone in your pocket - you never know when you might need to call for help with your lot

I can imagine Herbie and Hollie looking at each other, no more pleased with the situation than you were! ha ha ha

They might have been concerned that they would have to share their noms!

prisoner cell block bun

Sparky wrote:I wonder what their Humum would have thought about hay for tea and breakfast

I'm surprised you go near the buns without a mobile phone in your pocket - you never know when you might need to call for help with your lot

A distress flare may be a better idea

Oh dear, I'm glad to see you got out!

I am glad it all turned out well in the end love. Thank you for sharing.

Hugs

JO xx