Cupboard catastrophe

I was in the kitchen blearily sorting out the next laundry load, stacking the dishwasher and trying to wake up while Bill was in the garden watering our attempt at a lawn (we’ve got some growth, the grass is sprouting! – yay!) when I felt a little thirsty. With a nice cool Ginger Ale in mind I reached into the cupboard for the necessary receptacle in which to contain said beverage before downing it like the guzzler I am. My plan was thwarted, however, when as my hand entered the cupboard’s depths there was a creaking, followed by a loud CRASH, SMASH, the noise of crockery bashing against each other and the CRUNCH of the cupboard jumping off the wall and using me to break its fall. OW!!!!

I screamed and screamed for Bill as I was trapped beneath the heavy cupboard trying to stop it from falling further, my arm getting painfully wedged inside between the doors, but he was out of earshot. A lot of good the dogs were too as they just came into the kitchen to sit and stare and see what all the fuss was about. Great. It seemed like an age (but probably wasn’t) until Bill came nearer the house and could hear my shrieks for help. I’m so glad he was home when the cupboard decided to fall. He was able to ease it off me and release my arm. We then had to tear open the back, peer inside to see what the damage was and carefully try to retrieve the contents before they continued their plummet to the floor. We were expecting to find all our wedding crockery smashed and broken inside but thankfully most of it was in the dishwasher at the time and by some small miracle we only lost two glasses (though one was Bill’s Boddington glass, a Christmas Pressie from my brother and sister-in-law).

2 Responses to Cupboard catastrophe

  1. missbumpkin March 13, 2004 at 9:02 am #

    Aaaaargh! That’s scary!
    If I wasn’t positive that my dad hasn’t been to Atlanta, I’d have been wondering if he’d put the cupboard up.
    Look after yourself babe
    xxx

  2. missbumpkin March 13, 2004 at 9:02 am #

    Aaaaargh! That’s scary!
    If I wasn’t positive that my dad hasn’t been to Atlanta, I’d have been wondering if he’d put the cupboard up.
    Look after yourself babe
    xxx

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