Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Suicidal me - Goodbye cruel world!

I work in an old Victorian house three floors high. My office is in the attic.

It was hot and I had left the window open when I heard the noise of fluttering wings and saw a few feathers floating by.

I looked out and saw a pigeon hanging upside down on the edge of the roof. It had somehow gathered some twine on one of its legs and as it flew here and there with the string attached, it eventually got caught on the rainwater gutters of our building. So there it was hanging upside down by its leg on the edge of our building fluttering madly to free itself.

What do I do? Ignore it and let it die a slow death? Hit it on the head with my cricket bat which I bring to work on match days and put it out of its misery? Or phone the Animal Protection people and let them deal with it?

The more I thought about it the more the poor creature fluttered away desperately to set itself free.

In sheer desperation I did a desperate thing.

I opened the window wider and stepped out on the ledge. It’s wide enough for me to walk on slowly if I lean gently against the tilting roof. It seems solid enough despite the age of the building. And if I’m careful … very careful … I can ease myself slowly near the bird and then, if I bend down a little, I can untangle the string from the gutters.

Great plan! Badly thought out and executed.

As I neared the bird it fluttered even more wildely than before and somehow freed itself from the string as it flew away without a word of thanks.

It was then that things got worse. I could not move back towards the window.

No … No … It was not panic … or fear of heights … or anything like that.

It was much worse. My trousers got caught in some loose nails on the roof. It was where you have those loops through which you thread your belt … I think. Must have happened as I bent down to help the wretched bird.

Anyway … I was caught … or nailed to the roof by the seat of my pants. I couldn’t move backwards or forwards.

Dash it all … why do people gather in the street at a moment’s notice? Have they got nothing better to do? Don't you just hate it when you have an audience when you least want it?

I hear my boss talking to me gently through the open window.

“Come back in … I’m sure we can discuss matters like grown ups. Perhaps you need a few days holiday?” He says soothingly as I've never heard him before.

Why do people jump to conclusions whenever someone stands on a ledge? Why can’t they believe my story about the pigeon? Where is that stupid bird? Why is he not here confirming my story?

Miss Frome, the beautiful young Company nurse leans well forwards out of the window and soothingly tries to calm me down. Her décolleté revealing top confirms she is wearing no bra and confuses my troubled mind even more than it is. No wonder my blood pressure is so high whenever I go for a Company health check!

And now here she is, only feet away, urging me to look at her instead of looking down at the prospect of jumping.


Do I look away modestly and lead her to believe I’m not listening? Or do I look her in the eyes … if I can … and explain my predicament.

“Look at me …” she says calmly, “we all care for you … this is a caring employer as you know … despite all the job losses of late, no overtime, no promotions and cuts in pay!”

I turn back at her but don't know where to focus my eyes. I can’t speak as I stand there open-mouthed.

“Ehmmm …” but my voice fails me as no sound comes out.

She insists I keep my eyes on her as she continues to calm me down by reciting platitudes about how good our employer is; until eventually the fire brigade arrive and unceremoniously release me from the nails which held me captive by tearing my pants away.

I don’t know what’s more embarrassing. The story about the pigeon or leaving half my trousers back on the roof!

Had I fallen to my death leaving my trousers behind how would I have answered St Peter when he asked “And where are your slacks young man? And why did you not look at that lady in the eyes as she told you?”

8 comments:

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    1. It's true I rell you!

      God bless you Lulu.

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  2. I am so thankful I wasn't drinking anything while reading this story. I would have spewed it all over the keyboard and that wouldn't be cool. Thank you for the giggle this morning. Well done.
    Also, excellent motto above ‘where there is love and kindness God is there’. I completely agree. Above all things, God wants us to be kind to each other.
    May the Lord bless and keep you. ~:)
    (A friend of Lulu's.)

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    1. Hi Sparky,

      How nice of you to visit me and to take the time to write. Thank you.

      I hope you visit again and take some time to search round my Blog for bits to read. Check out the tabs at the top of this page. Also, you can download my FREE books. (See top left tab).

      God bless.

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  3. She said to look at her eyes, not at her breasts! Even in such peril you look at the wrong parts of her body? Tsk, tsk :)

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    1. I suppose it happens naturally, Manny. Had I fallen to my death ... what a memory as I fell ... !!!

      God bless.

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  4. You are a living, breathing TV sitcom, my friend! Thank you for making me laugh!

    God Bless you.

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    1. Thank you for joining me in laughter Michael.

      God bless you and yours.

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