hmmmmm

Well,, that's a bit mysterious.

I had abandoned the thing outside the back door yesterday - too tired to bother trying to put it in the shed, especially as the jammed chain made rolling it backwards impossible and hence I would have had to half lift / half roll / half dance with it to get it there. No doubt falling over it on the way.

Anyway, poor thing, he found itself abandoned for the second time on a very short space of time. I was lying in bed at about 1am when I heard the heavens open. I mean seriously. I think God stood on the roof above my bedroom window and just threw bath tub after bath tub of water down. Seriously, it wasn't just raining. It was RAINING.

So, I sighed, thought about the rain, was glad I hadn't bothered to water the garden. And then remembered the thing. Now the situation is that the thing isn't even really mine. He is my sisters; who is off doing good works in far flung places, so I do feel a sense of responsibility for looking after the thing for her, and also I do need to try and keep it in some sense of working order so I can train!

So I sigh, heave myself out of my warm bed, don robe and slippers and go downstairs, out into the torrential downpour, and wrestle (yes wrestle - literally) the thing into the kitchen (it is much easier than trying to put it away in the shed in the circumstances!) I then return to bed damp, a little achy and tired, but with a virtuous sense of having done the right thing.

This morning, I come down, and have another look at the chain. Wait a minute! Where's the jammed bit gone? Well it must be....no its....Yes. It had gone! Amazingly over the course of the rain / wrestle / cozy night in the kitchen it has un-jammed itself! Hurrah!

Is it karma? Is it the thing displaying a sense of gratitude for being allowed in the kitchen? Is it the force of the rain (it was THAT hard!)? Or was it my brute strength in the course of the wrestle.

I am afraid, that only the thing shall ever know. And he isn't telling.