this morning i was in a tight pencil skirt and pristine white shirt, wriggling on the filthy concrete ground of a condominium rooftop, squeezing my way through a gap between the bottom of a partitioning wall/fence thingami and the ground, and rather feeling like i might end up like winnie the pooh that time he got stuck.it was a site survey for building defects liability case, and i’m perfectly adept at climbing over things even in skirts and heels (and had come in low heels for the purpose), but no one said anything about having to go under.
the boss got on his front, rather like a plank, and like someone doing push-ups very close to the ground, moved sideways across the gap.
the estate manager lay down flat on the ground and rolled across.
then a pause, and they said. hmmm, well, just stay there and wait for us if you can’t get across.
so of course….
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