|The offending keys and the stick used to rescue them.|
18 April 2011
Not a Good Start
So I did my little trial run this morning and I am happy to report that I have no pain. I got all the way up to the M3 before turning around and trotting back down again. Now I know that my stated objective was to go to Rhodes Memorial. It was not a physiological limitation that prevented me from doing this (although, admittedly, by the time I turned round I was tired and out of breath). The reason was of a more pragmatic sort. I start lecturing at 08:00. Breakfast starts at 07:30. I dutifully got up at 05:00 and made all of the necessary, um, preparations. Then headed downstairs at 06:00 to hit the road. Now by Durban standards 06:00 is a late start, but I need to remind you that Cape Town is a full 15° or so west of Durban, which translates to an hour of local time. So effectively I was off at a respectable 05:00. Plus it was still very dark. My bunch of keys if pretty big and jangly, so I decided to hide it in the kitchen rather than carry it along with me. So I reached up on top of the kitchen cupboards, right in the corner where they meet the wall, and let go of my keys. They fell out of my hand with a rather disconcerting burst of acceleration... and then I heard them hit the bottom. To my dismay, the cupboards have a narrow gap on either side (since the "standard" cupboard width doesn't conform to the room dimensions. And my keys had fallen to the bottom of this cavity. When I climbed up on the counter I found that it was about 2.5 cm wide and 75 cm deep. Far too narrow for my arm to fit down. Now, as I soon discovered for any of the kitchen implements. I tried the broom handle. I search the whole complex for a wire coat hanger. Since these things seem to multiply if left to their own devices, you would think there would be a stack around. Not one! So, just when I had resigned myself to the idea of waiting until 07:30 and asking for help, I spotted a pile of vine branches under the braai area in the quadrangle. The first branch I tried turned out to be the right length but a little too twisted. The second one, after a bit of manipulation, turned out to do the trick and I had the heartening sensation of feeling the end of the branch catch against the bunch of keys. On the third attempt I managed to drag it up the side of the cavity and, reaching in as far as I could with my fingers, grab the keys. So, a good 20 minutes later, I carefully put my keys back on top of the cupboard (this time right in the middle) and shot out the door.
Posted by Andrew Collier at 7:21 AM