I hate to admit that there are some jobs which men seem to be better at than women (and vice versa) but today there has been a case in point.
The farmer's shooting season has started today and he set off to join the shooters as they reached our land at around 10am, packed lunch in his rucksack and good, strong walking stick in his hand. He doesn't shoot but likes to go along for the ride and to act as part time beater when necessary.
I had various jobs lined up. I had to go into town with a little list of jobs. As I went out of the door (trying to avoid the accusing look of one Border Terrier who thought she had a right to come with me), I had such a performance locking the mortice lock on the kitchen door. It is never easy but was particularly hard today.
Then into town to the electrical shop for some halogen bulbs. Our halogen lights in the kitchen blew a bulb last night and we used our last one as a replacement. Then, leaving the car outside the shop, I walked up the hill to buy a bottle of wine for tonight when we have been invited out for a meal. Then it was a walk back to the car again and a drive to the Library to change my library books.
An hour later I arrived back home to find that the key would not unlock the door. I tried and tried, to no avail. Tess sat just inside and watched as I repeatedly tried to unlock it but nothing happened.
Luckily there was a young man working in the yard so I went to get him - could he help? No - he tried and tried but nothing would budge.
Then I remembered that somewhere in the depths of the farmer's drawer 'for everything' there was a spare key. I didn't want to ring him and interrupt his day's activities, so I took everything out until I found the key. It wouldn't open the door either.
But after fiddling with it for a minute or two C got it to work and at least I got into the house. So a massive thanks young man - you really helped me out of a hole.
I had only been back about a quarter of a hour when the door bell rang. I went immediately to the door but there was nobody there.That is still a mystery. Then ten minutes later my carabinieri, which is made of wood and is quite large, suddenly fell off the wall with a loud clatter.
Is somebody trying to tell me something here? I am glad it is still daylight outside and that the farmer will be back before dark!! Come off it ghoulies and ghosties and things that go bump in the night - Hallowe'en is next week end not this week end.