Welcome to my new, fresh and however many other inspiring words you can think of to attract you to continue reading blog. The reason, I hear you ask why, that I set this up? Pure amusement for my own, and hopefully others. I will try to update it fairly often with comical situations I find hysterical from my own life and others around me. Please accept my premature apology for any spelling mistakes that slip through me here, I am not the world's best speller, but who is? So here goes...
The gym has become a very popular place in the last 10-20 years, people have been going to get fit, ripped and robust. I thought it was time for me to join, but my friends my sole purpose of joining was not any of the options mentioned above. Oh no, it was for one reason and one reason alone. To conquer... the door. Yes, yes I know what you're all thinking well allow me to elaborate a bit. Day in day out I was faced with these so called enterances to rooms, well you thought they'd make them a bit lighter to serve for their purpose. I'd walk right up to it, square in the face casually pull it only to realise it was far heavier than thought. I am a light person, weighing only around the 9st mark so a heavy door does indeed require a lot of effort to open. Many times would I find my body weight being thrown around the angle of rotation and then once inside, looking back at the door with the pretence that there was something wrong with it.
So then, after a few sessions I began to notice myself getting stronger. With the added strength I noticed a regeneration of my confidence when approaching doors. Yes by this point I would be marching right up to them, firmly grabbing the handle and swinging them open and, well let's put it like this making one hell of an entrance into the room. I tell you the hinges were nearly blown off. This was all very well until I made the mistake of making such an enterance into works kitchen. There I was sitting at my desk as usual pretending like I was doing something very important, spreading my work from end to end and talking to myself when I decided I could really burn 5 minutes here by going to the kitchen and getting me a drink. So I got up propelled, if you will to the kitchen swung the bastard door open and whoosh fluid everywhere. Not only had I thrown myself into the kitchen, I had thrown two cups of boiling hot coffee over a colleague. And I can tell you are all concerned but there's no need to worry. Not a splash went over me.
It just so happened that I had planned to pull a "sicky" the following day ready for my trip to Coventry over the weekend, and that everyone thought I was upset due to the incident.
Good times, thanks for reading and I hope you found this as amusing as I did at the time.
