Something went wrong. Something went very wrong. We threw a party over the weekend which was great. Everything was going smoothly and nothing had broken. It took until the last person to leave the party, Barry, for something to go wrong. And as I said before, it went horribly wrong.
He was attempting to stumble from the backyard to the inside area, through our open glass door. As it turns out, he thought that the entire door was open (it does this thing where you can pull it fully open and it, like, folds up), rather than just the main part of the door. He came stumbling through it at such a force that the entire glass door shattered and shattered my dreams of buying new skincare with it.
I could just imagine myself having to call the glazier operating near Melbourne and explaining what happened. “Oh yeah, so sorry.” I’d say “We were having a little party and things got out of hand. Our entire glass door shattered as a result and we want to fix it before the landlord finds out. Are you able to help us?” I could imagine the glazier would be holding back laughter at my story and would certainly offer to help me, for a price. Repairing glass balustrades isn’t an easy job to do and I’m sure the cost will reflect that. I am absolutely kicking myself for allowing us to get into this situation in the first place.
I’m not sure what the next steps are other than giving the glazier a call. I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with that phone call right now, so I’m either going to pass it onto one of my housemates (who certainly won’t end up doing it) or give the glazier a call on Monday. We shall see what pans out. I hope it’s not too expensive because I really wanted that skincare.