This was a few years ago now, but looking back I see it was the start of Peri and my mad behavior started around then. We hade been coming home from Bridport and around the approach to Yeovil I had a sudden urge for a wee. Hubby said he needed some petrol so we'd pull into a garage and I could use the loo while he filled up. On auto-pilot, like I am so much theses days I got to the loo, did the nec, put myself straight, flushed and tried to leave. The door was stuck fast, then thinking how I get stuck in shops pulling the door when I should push, I tried that. Nothing, it wouldn't budge. So I pulled and pushed harder. Still nothing. By now I was frantic, so I heaved my shoulder against it.. it moved, a little. SO I did it again, it moved a bit more, but only at the bottom. I kept at it, and eventually managed to crawl out underneath. Got to the car filthy, and crumpled, and swearing like a trooper, told hubby what had happened, then as we drove off hoping no-one would see I had broken their door, I realised.......... It was a SLIDING door. Never even noticed when I went in. They've pulled the garage down and re-built it since.
