Birthday weekend for the missus… gifts and kisses and everything nice.
Except for the visit from the Fire Brigade.
It seems that automatic revolving doors enjoy a nice snack of child now and again. Our poor youngest one tried jumping into the door immediately after I entered the door and was quite surprised when he found his upper arm and shoulder wedged between the door and the enclosure.
The fire brigade was not so surprised. This was the second revolving door call this week — the other one grabbed a young child’s foot.
Everyone was fine in the end. I called the missus during the ordeal to tell her we were stuck and that help was on its way. I wisely omitted the bit about her youngest’s body parts being the cause of our stuckness and that the ‘help on the way’ being the Fire Brigade and ambulance.
Well it made for a nice excuse to enjoy a couple of birthday martinis at the end of the day.