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ravenThings are [slightly] better.
I couldn't find the key. So when my mother arrived, I climbed halfway over the wall carrying a stepladder, and dropped it down onto the path. My mother clambered over the wall with me clinging to the ladder from one side, and we promptly all fell backwards in a heap. Thankfully there was a nice pile of pine needles there to break the fall.
Lots of running around with keys followed. My mother refused to believe I'd tried them all twice, and proceeded to try them all again, twice. And then we invaded Pedar's study, and found another box of keys. Having gone through this lot, we struck gold in a dirty silver metal key. I used it to open the box. Inside, there was one circuit breaker. One. And a lot of cobwebs, sycamore keys, and some sort of nest. I took a deep breath and flicked the breaker. Nothing happened. And at this point, I snapped and started to kick the gate. I think I broke my foot. Oww. Did I mention it (the gate, dammit!) is made of wrought iron?
So... next plan. Plan E, if I'm counting right. Go back inside with my increasingly paranoid mother and sulk. And shiver. My mother had started to blame "new technology" for all the evils of mankind. I said something like, "Could you be more Amish?" and walked out, and walked straight back in again at her shriek of alarm.
"Someone's broken in!"
"Based on what?" I demanded.
"Look!"
Her socks were on the floor. They'd fallen off the radiator. I kid you not. "No-one's broken in," I all but howled, "'cause the bloody gate's stuck shut!"
Pedar called. He can't get back until about ten. He then proceeded to inform us we were looking at the wrong box. Not the circuit breaker box, the other one.
Yes, the other one. The other one I'd never heard of until today. Thankfully the keys to it were on the same keyring. The keyhole is at the base of the gate, one on each side. So, I flicked off the power, inserted the key, twisted, and then grabbed the gate bars, expecting them to yield.
Nothing happened.
So. Things are not, in fact, slightly better. They are exactly the same as they were. We're still trapped inside, Pedar's still stuck outside, there are still twigs in my hair, and life is beginning to resemble a French farce.
[In the middle of this, I somehow found time to do Chemistry. Anyone who can tell me how to find out which reagent is in excess when presented with a balanced equation and the masses used?]
I couldn't find the key. So when my mother arrived, I climbed halfway over the wall carrying a stepladder, and dropped it down onto the path. My mother clambered over the wall with me clinging to the ladder from one side, and we promptly all fell backwards in a heap. Thankfully there was a nice pile of pine needles there to break the fall.
Lots of running around with keys followed. My mother refused to believe I'd tried them all twice, and proceeded to try them all again, twice. And then we invaded Pedar's study, and found another box of keys. Having gone through this lot, we struck gold in a dirty silver metal key. I used it to open the box. Inside, there was one circuit breaker. One. And a lot of cobwebs, sycamore keys, and some sort of nest. I took a deep breath and flicked the breaker. Nothing happened. And at this point, I snapped and started to kick the gate. I think I broke my foot. Oww. Did I mention it (the gate, dammit!) is made of wrought iron?
So... next plan. Plan E, if I'm counting right. Go back inside with my increasingly paranoid mother and sulk. And shiver. My mother had started to blame "new technology" for all the evils of mankind. I said something like, "Could you be more Amish?" and walked out, and walked straight back in again at her shriek of alarm.
"Someone's broken in!"
"Based on what?" I demanded.
"Look!"
Her socks were on the floor. They'd fallen off the radiator. I kid you not. "No-one's broken in," I all but howled, "'cause the bloody gate's stuck shut!"
Pedar called. He can't get back until about ten. He then proceeded to inform us we were looking at the wrong box. Not the circuit breaker box, the other one.
Yes, the other one. The other one I'd never heard of until today. Thankfully the keys to it were on the same keyring. The keyhole is at the base of the gate, one on each side. So, I flicked off the power, inserted the key, twisted, and then grabbed the gate bars, expecting them to yield.
Nothing happened.
So. Things are not, in fact, slightly better. They are exactly the same as they were. We're still trapped inside, Pedar's still stuck outside, there are still twigs in my hair, and life is beginning to resemble a French farce.
[In the middle of this, I somehow found time to do Chemistry. Anyone who can tell me how to find out which reagent is in excess when presented with a balanced equation and the masses used?]
