Life is precious

My day started with a nice outfit just for a nice sunny spring day…. you know the colourful dress and one of those Vivien Westwood purple rubber shoes, and only a velvet blazer with flocks to go with all this…. soon after I arrived in the office it started raining, not that i cared much, I am indoors nice and warm.. however thought of Sarah moving flat under the rain and wished if the skies has hanged on for one more day to go, but the weather has a no-excuse attitude, some how similar to the Iron Lady….

the day started well, but not before long things went a bit tough at work and my mood sunk down… soon after one grumpy demanding daughter bombarded me with demands.. that is it, i cant face it any more, i want to disappear from the earth..i wish i can die, why i cant die, oh i wish i die………. followed by a second daughter’s more demands and that was it……… i am leaving the office now, it reached beyond my patience level……….. anyway, i kept calm and tacked work challenge professionally and calmly as even if its easy to lose your temper at work and even if its accommodated by colleagues and management i prefer to practice self discipline in such situation as you never know…. on the family front i thought these are my own precious daughters and i hope i will be able to manage their demands……….. before i noticed it was end of the working day and i left a tidy desk, filled the bonsai tree tray with water, shut down all applications on the computer and left the room……….

Friday night usually is the girls night out….. but tonight wasn’t the case….i was between two minds, shall i go to Sarah’s, but its chaotic there since she is moving to her new flat, may be i will leave her alone to do it peacefully…. ok, i am really bored…. shall i go home directly?? i decided to go round the shops and its a trap, once i start on one shop that’s it… here we go:

earlier in the week i liked a simple fitted T-shirt in one of the shop’s window, today T-shirt has gone……….
went to exchange a top for a smaller size from another shop.. they dont stock it in this branch, i have to take a bus to a larger branch….

I decided to buy one new fashion piece this season, the jumpsuit hareem style! i found the perfect one, huraaaaaaaaa, and although I am not so keen on the colour but the style, material and price are so irresistible , I tried it on earlier and it fits perfect so i will go and get it, oh still in the window, how lucky finally… i asked the shop assistant to get my size, he said: sorry madam, out of stock.

i took my frustration under the ground and caught the tube to the railway station………. not worried about catching a certain train as it is after 7 anyway and i missed the last bus in the village, so taxi it will be………

i arrived at the platform to find myself late and so was my train, that was luck, i thought to myself things are importing….

on the train, i decided to stop at Ware town not to catch a taxi from there only but to put a complaint about one of their drivers who dropped my daughter in the middle of a dangerous road to our village, on a very freezing Sunday with 10 food shopping bags, when she told him she will be 3 pounds short, her money would have been enough if it wasn’t Sunday where the fees are double, and should she ordered from other taxi firm…… she was freezing and traumatized, and i was outraged… any way the owner of the taxi firm was very responsive and sympathetic and promised to investigate it further… i ordered a taxi from the same firm to take me home.

it is nearly 8pm, the taxi drove me through the dark rainy country lanes i am very familiar with from the girl’s days at school, good old days…. it took about 8 minutes from the town to my village… the driver was ok. he dropped me outside the house and i asked him to put the light on to pay him. how much please? i asked. he turned to me and politely said: its been paid for by the company. wow, i was so impressed, they wanted to compensate me as an apology to what their driver did. i thanked him sincerely and get off the car. walked along the driveway till the security light came on………. dived in my bag to get my keys, but no sight or sound of the keys… yes i have no keys. i arrived into an empty house and well locked doors and windows.

i am stuck outside under the rain, only soft rain actually. my only company were my lovely cats who were aware of the problem.

princess sat on the first daffodils that just bloomed two days ago purring at me beautifully with all the sympathy in her lovely eyes. her mama, my most gorgeous cat came in or out followed by the rest. Clive standing by the cat flap the other side of the door, i must say he tried to open the door but failed……..

the power of mobile phone, i started ringing the daughters, no reply. left messages and finally got an answer. the spare key must be in that place, but there is no lilght. oh well i will use the mobile phone light. but there is no key. 20 minutes passed, the rain is fine, still.

time to get upset.

i start to force open the front door, no ways. i tried all possible tricks, nothing wanted to work. even if my hand went through the letterbox the key latch is far high to reach.

time to be frustrated.

its getting darker, wetter, colder.

time to think of breaking window or a door. but with what??

went round the house many many times with no luck.

stood outside the front door and thought, it could have been worse. i can easily order a taxi to take me down town where Nour works in the new smart hotel and get a key. or i could visit the neighbours, not that they are that nice any way but still this can be considered emergency.

suddenly i felt i can do nothing but wait. i just felt to leave it in God’s hands. with deep faith that god only will help me out of this, i just prayed that God will enlighten me and open my yes and mind………

back to the back garden….. open the shed, yes there are tools i can use actually, the first thing in my face was a scissor, not one of those cute little scissors i keep in my make up bag, its like a giant one that could be the great grand father of that little scissor.

i got what i perceived as the right tools and went to a small window tried to open it , climbed on a metal frame, and that scissor just one inch away from my face, opppppppps i fell. my hands lost grip and all what I prayed for that i don’t die here and by this way. all what worried me at that moment how would i look if i died like this, the girls would be horrified to see me…. suddenly the death i was wishing for earlier in the day became my worst enemy…. and i approached all these tools very carefully…

OK, I will give it another try now… learnt from the previous time, I held on to part of the window, rest one leg on the window edge and the other on the metal bars, still risky and wobbly but I feel stronger. I put some physics into practice along with patience and accuracy to push the handle the correct way. it started turning, but one small wrong move pushed it back. I didn’t despair, I thought it happens once it will happen again. I kept on firmly, assertively and gently all together. finally, I managed some operation to open the big part of the window where I can get inside the house. my heart sunk when I saw the window open. so you can call me an expert now, if you need to break into your own house….

now how can I climb. another failure try. another fall. but hey, we have the garden chairs tucked away in the shed. i got one out. well its very light fabric style one, and with my high heels it might break. so i took my heels off and throw them inside the room. then slowly one feet on the chair, two hands firmly gripping the window sill and i managed to climb through the window, damn it, it could have been easier if i was slimmer. anyway. i an in now, who bloody cares. i am nearly in, and the minute i get inside the room, it started raining heavily outside of course. it is worth having a faith after all.

i felt like crying, but then i felt strong.it could be much worse. i thought of those burglars who break into homes to steal. why they bother to go through such difficult scary task. its really hard even if they have the right tools, the fear and chances of accidents make it really not worth it at all…. however, never leave any tiny window open as this is how i managed to get inside…

i thought of all those who live in fear, no homes, no shelters, in poor conditions and i felt privileged. i didnt cry, i, instead, smiled and thanked God i have a warm house to live in. it is no one’s fault that i forgot my keys, i learnt my lesson the hardest way.. it was my mistake and i paid for it and i felt good that our door locks are really well secured.

with mild injuries but high spirits i looked like this:

but now, talking about slim figure, after a whole hour under the rain, in the dark cold weather who cares about figures. i want to eat every thing in the house. the biggest mug of sage tea, wearing my warm long fleece and socks and i am tucked in my own warm comfy bed with the world just at a hit on the keyboard………no wonder they call it comfort food.

how’s your Friday been??

Suhad