At the culmination of a short twelve week art guiding course, a while back, I was up early, clothes pressed the night before, ready to present a short talk on an artist of my choice from the Gallery collection.
REMEMBER to change into best shoes, take props, notes and keep calm.
Out to the car…. oh a little a bit chilly.
I run back for a jacket.
Return to car.
Alas I have locked the keys in the house.
Downstairs there is a ladder a long extension ladder
which I drag around to where it is the shortest distance to the balcony .
Climb up gingerly, cannot look down, stretch legs over the railing. I’m back inside the living room.
Car Keys retrieved.
Better stow the ladder. But now I can’t lift it… an adrenalin rush from the probability of missing our morning graduation made that possible minutes before. so I laboriously dragged it out of sight from the street. Opportunist burglars might be loitering and upstairs there are six external doors.
I gave my talk in my slightly less than pristine white outfit after which my legs went to jelly.
When I returned home a little fat blue-tongue lizard was sunning itself on my deck.
It ran to escape.
In through the open kitchen door where it disappeared from sight under the fridge.
Then it wouldn’t come out.