Sorry for disturbing but I seem to have stumbled upon a Sad Hole, and, not watching my step properly, fallen in. I am sure I will be out of here in a moment, as soon as I find the door. Or a rope. Or some form of ladder. Or maybe a working escalator. I am alright, but if you could throw down some provisions, let’s say some cheese and some wine that would be helpful. And while you’re at it, you could throw down a rope. Or a lift. Some form of ladder. Or a door.
The first thing I will do when I get out of this Sad Hole is to put up a little sign with very big letters to clearly mark where it is. It would be a shame to fall into it again, it is dark and damp and cold, and should be avoided.
I do not like this hole.
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If I can find the door, I’ll wheel in a trolley bedecked with glass cake stands filled with airy, jammy cakes and iced cupcakes. A cheery teapot and china cups and saucers. A bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne, trembling to be popped and poured in to champagne saucers. If I can’t find the door, I’ll just fling it all down, OK?
i’ve just made some cheese scones using the edmonds cook book recipe – i won’t butter them (well all know what happens when we drop buttered toast now don’t we), but i will send you down some butter and a knife.
i think i have about a gzillion sets of sheets too (lord knows why), so gimme a minute and i’ll tie them together and throw that down to you too
see you back up here soon as
xo
Cheese scones – yes, yes, yes! That’s what we need. And sheets too!
Well, if it were ME in that hole, I’d first open that wine and get my trusty blog friends to commiserate. Which is just what you’re doing, and hopefully your wine is as good as the one I’m drinking right now. I am sending you a virtual toast and hoping you get out of that hole soon…
Put on your favorite music and dance
Sorry to hear you’ve fallen down the Sad Hole. From my Sad Hole to yours, [shouting]“Start tunnelling mate, its the only way out if you can’t find the door”. P.S. I hope you do find the door soon.
God, sometimes I feel like my fingernails are worn to shreds from climbing out of that damn hole.
I’ll bring a picnic basket next time I’m down.
: )
Oooh, your hole sounds as black as my hole, is there room in yours for a teething bubba and a tearful Mummy? We’ll definitely take your mind off other things…
I hate to think of you down there in that hole when you were so clearly made for the sunshine. Can I climb down and give you a leg-up? xx
How about a ladder in the form of that kakapo video? I really did start giggling in the middle of *relations* with my postie last night at the thought of it. He wasn’t impressed when I said I was thinking about a man being shagged by a rare parrot. Perhaps it would put you on the first rung to think at least you’ve not had a kakapo try to inseminate the back of your head?
Love, from someone who has spent more time in sad holes than was necessary, xxx
Take stock of all the wonderful things you have in your life, the things you’ve achieved and embraced over the past few years, the opportunities you’ve created for yourself, the people you love, and the people who love you. Ooh, and don’t forget a good cup of tea and marmalade on toast! Now there’s a little ray of sunshine all by itself ;) xxx
Golly, with all those cakes and scones and cupcakes and tea and champagne down in your sad hole it suddenly seems like the place I want to be. It might get a little crowded in there. Best we throw open the door and take this picnic out to the park (not any park in Wellington though because Spring continues it’s winning streak with heavy rains and surface flooding today).
Since you are already well catered for in the baked goods and beverages department, I’m just sending love.
Big hugs coming your way from the land of Stars Hollow….
did you hear about the corduroy pillow? it’s making headlines!
That’s my favorite joke. Always gives me a chuckle, now here’s a flashlight. It’s dark down there, I know, been there. The door is always straight ahead when you are ready.
Also, Robin’s Louis CK post just made me laugh my ass off. Give that a try. xo, s
Oh dear… sorry to hear about this. Life’s a bitch sometimes, but only briefly I hope.
I have to admit when I saw the title of your post “Please mind my hole” I wasn’t sure I wanted to look at anybody’s hole (given some of your offerings on wtf Monday, hehe), so I’ve been putting off coming in to see what it was all about :-\
And in the meantime, forgive me, I drank all the wine, but here’s some cheese: :-) xx
sh*t. i think i just fell in your hole