So today has perhaps been the stupidest day of my existence. And when I say stupid, I don't mean my usual slightly clumsy, or socially awkward stupid, I mean the full blown, what the hell are you even doing with your life kind of stupid. To cut to the chase, I locked myself out of my apartment. I left to drive somewhere, and to drive somewhere I need keys right? Generally yes, but apparently, I thought my table needed them more. Luckily, my landlords have the spare key. Unluckily, they were both out. Because I really didn't want to bother them, I decided to try to fix the problem myself, running through the list of tricks I learnt as a kid. I immediately checked the screens covering my windows, but unlike in the country, first storey windows in the city have well secured screens to prevent people from doing exactly I was trying to do. My next point of call was finding a peg, as I have become quite a lock picking pro when it comes to this particular laundry aid. The issue with this idea, was that all my pegs, although perfect for the job, were locked in the flat I was trying to gain entrance to. My landlords pegs were entirely the wrong kind, and I was starting to run out of ideas.
I had been locked out with my bag, and so decided to try the old bobby pin trick, despite having never having done it before. My handbag proved less useful than I had hoped, as for a girl, I have a woeful lack of bobby pins anywhere. I resorted to rummaging through my car (which I had ironically forgotten to lock,) and found one in my glove box. It ended up being completely useless though, as it turns out I suck at picking locks with bobby pins.
Finally having run out of ideas and strange implements to shove into my lock (although I did consider a coat hanger and an earing,) I called my landlords and said please don't rush, I'll just wait until you get home. Two hours later I was rescued from sitting in the garden by one of them tossing the spare key down off their veranda.
It's safe to say that I went through a full cycle of emotions in that garden, which began with laughing at myself. I thought that this was a good sign, but it was quickly followed by tears, then frustration(which saw me rolling angrily in the grass in my skirt, and was probably not very graceful sight,) ad then alternating measures of boredom and ironic humour again.
Lets just say I'm really glad to be back inside.
The only other real event of my day was my first accomplished handstand. It probably only lasted 8-10 seconds, but to me it felt like an eternity, and as though I should have been presented with some kind of award. This however was followed by a not so wonderful attempt in which I curled into a ball a little to late, smacked down on my back and winded myself. Our russian instructor didn't see this one (thankfully,) but turned around right after I had got up, to find me feigning complete composure, despite panting heavily. Now he just thinks I'm really unfit.
Xx, Little Duck
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