Another Traumatic Experience

Today's traumatic experience is to do with my little sister, Zoe. about 20 or 30 minutes ago she had just deflated her blow up bed in my room (she likes to sleep in my room, we're cool like that) and she realised she needed a shower. 

She went to open the door, but it didn't open. She pulled the door handle again, but it didn't open. She looked at me and repeated a few times 'it won't open, it's stuck' and she literally looked like she was going to crap her pants. I told her to relax and again she repeated that it was stuck, with the same wide-eyed expression on her face. 

I got up out of my chair, still telling her to relax and I gave the door a tug, and it opened. Zoe left the room immediately and closed the door. I checked it again, and it was fine. She told me that I needed a new door handle. Of course I knew that and we do have one, but it hasn't be replaced yet. 

The reason why so panicked so much about my door was because a couple of years ago she was in the living room watching television (most likely neighbours), and she went to go out, but the door was jammed. She kept pushing and pulling at the door but it didn't help at all. At this point my nan and I were wondering what was going on so we went to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. At some point Zoe must have told us she was stuck in there (probably a few times) and then started to cry. She doesn't like enclosed spaces, let alone being stuck in one room. 

James tried to open the door, but again it wouldn't move so we rang our step dad so he could come home and get her out. I think he got home very shortly after the phone call. While we waited for Graham to come and rescue her, I think my Nan and I stood at the living room window that goes out into the garden so we could speak to her. Graham did end up taking the door handle off as the spring had broken (which is what is happening to mine). 

We thought it was quite ironic that Zoe wanted to get out of the living room because she loves TV, she's out little tele addict. She's basically our walking TV guide, although she only tells us about the programmes that she is interested in, so I guess she is a fairly limited TV guide. 

I told Zoe that I was going to write this and she told me that she ought to have her own label. I told her that it would be greedy, and she comes under family anyway! Ok, well my mum has her own label, but she's special! Zoe isn't the only one who has asked for their own label... you know who you are...

Note: I have decided to give Zoe her own tag, as she does feature a lot on my blogs, as she's often in with some of the funny stuff I have written about. She'll be happy now!