Talk about shitty timing. I found out yesterday that my portero automatico (what is that called in English?) connection isn’t working. And only mine. All the other ones in the building seem to be fine. So I called the landlord, who is away on holiday, and he got someone to come over and have a look. Turns out it’s a problem that can only be fixed by gaining access to one of the downstairs patios … the one that can only be accessed from the Farmacia, which is closed for holidays until August 3rd!

Normally this would just be annoying … especially the me having to go down and then back up three long flights of stairs to open the doors bit. But as I have chemo again on Monday and, if things go like last time and I’m in bed for a few days, there is no way no day I’m going to be able to let anyone in who comes to see me. Which is something much more than just annoying.

I toyed with the idea of rigging up a little basket on a rope to lower my keys down from the balcony (since I do not have long Rapunzel-like hair) but in the end I will just have to rely on other neighbours being at home and letting in any visitors. And although it’s crap timing I’m really glad this didn’t happen last week when Kristin surprised me with a visit or we would never have met up and had such a lovely time together.

[picture by sue langenegger]