Sunday, July 24, 2011

Breaking and Entering

Marese and Finian headed off on their bicycles to explore the nooks and crannies of Mahmutlar. That left me free to wander around the apartment and get myself settled in for the duration. After unpacking and putting everything away I was quite exhausted!
This fluffing around business can really wear you out.
I took myself to the sun lounger on the balcony. The screams and shouts of excited children in the pool drifted up to me…….and got on my nerves!
Children shouldn’t be allowed out during my holidays! Time enough for them in September!
I put in the earpnones of my iPod, lay back and drifted off to the dulcet tones of Adele et al. I don’t know how long I was there. A tap on the shoulder lifted me out of it. I shot up and looked around. Phew! I relaxed back down when I saw that it was Marese.
“Oh, you’re back. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“You can say that again!” she retorted.

Flashback to half an hour previous.
Marese and Finian arrived back to the apartment in a bucket of sweat after their “refreshing” cycle.
I was going to say “ride” but it didn’t read well!
They put the key in the lock, opened the door, ready to collapse inside, when……thud. The door opened a few centimetres but came to a sudden halt AS I HAD INADVERTENTLY PUT ON THE SAFETY BOLT!
I repeat “inadvertently”
They pressed their faces in the gap ala Jack Nicolson in “The Shining”, and shouted my name.
No answer.
They shouted even louder. Nothing
They hammered on the door. Nope
They kept their finger pressed on the doorbell. Nada
They rang my phone. They could hear it ringing on my bed, but no sign of me!

They sat on the stairs and contemplated what to do next. It was only 3.30 in the afternoon so there were a few hours before I would stop whatever I was doing and go to the kitchen to get something to eat. They had no gear with them to head to the pool to await my reappearance. There was also the vague possibility that I had fallen and cracked open my skull  and that was why I wasn’t answering! So there was only one thing for it. They called on the caretaker Mustafa.

He arrived up armed with a pliers. The door was opened the fraction that it would go and he then prized off the bolt.
CRUNCH! They were in.
So, to put the balcony scenario into context.
I am lying back on the sun lounger, foot tapping away in time to the music. Marese enters, slightly frazzled.
Me: Oh you’re back. I didn’t hear you come in.
Marese: You can say that again!
Bet they’re glad I joined them on holiday!

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