2 September 2007

A neighbour kindly pointed that the guys who removed the boards from the upstairs windows, had kindly left them on the roof. I climbed up to remove them, and without any help, the easiest method was simply to drop to the ground below.

These massive plyboards could be quite dangerous falling from the first story of a house. While I was dropping them down to the grass, Wee Lad came out to investigate the noise. I panicked as I saw Wee Lad run directly under one as it fell. Practically helpless, I shouted out to him and thankfully he stopped dead in his tracks. My heart stopped until I heard the thud as the leading edge landed on the grass. Now it was his turn to panic as the board began to fall towards him. He turned and tried to run as the board collapsed towards him. Everything was in slow motion, but his little legs could not carry him clear. The board caught him and pushed him flat into the muddy earth. From my rooftop vantage all I could see was the board with two little arms and one leg sticking out.

I leapt down from the roof and thankfully the only bruises were to his pride. As the shock subsided I could not help but laugh at the sight of him trapped under the Board as something taken straight from a cartoon. It took all my reserves to suppress my giggles for fear of upsetting him further, though the sigh of the Wee Lad shaped indentation in the garden certainly did not help.