St Cuthbert and a staircase (Rousse)

I had heard of people trapped in lifts, but what about trapped in a staircase? The irony was that I had told skinny June in the high heels that I was taking the stairs because it was safer. I was caught out because there were steps missing at the exits to the upper floors, and I did not have the strength to reach up to the exit, pull myself up, and climb out. In the end a janitor answered my calls for help.

Earlier in the day I got into a different spot of bother when I left my handbag on the ground next to a causeway. GW’s hunky brother kindly went back to retrieve it for me while GW and I showed RS round Durham Cathedral, and I related the life of St Cuthbert.

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