To Fall Down At Your Door

(A couple of months ago, I wrote an anecdote to be used another site, but they declined it, and so here it is. I tell you this, as, the writing style will be a little different for that reason.)

Back in winter 2011, I was regularly sleeping over with a good friend of mine. My friend lives in the city of Bath and I live ten miles away in a lovely little town called Corsham. Since I attend a university in Bath and I was often there as late as 8:30 p.m., staying at her house was often a big help. I left my sleeping bag there so that I’d always have a comfortable place to sleep.
    Sadly, this nice little arrangement came to an end around Christmas time, but, of course, this sleeping bag of mine was still at her house. So, on one particularly cold night in February, when I had over an hour’s wait until my next bus, I decided it would be a good idea to pop by and collect it. As well as being handy and convenient, it would also be nice to see a friend rather than sit around by myself. I sent a message, asking whether it would be okay to pop by and get my sleeping bag and she said it would be fine, so I headed towards her house.
    The only downside of this plan was the fact that she happened to live at the top of a very large hill (or, The Hill of Doom as she called it) and I was already feeling a little tired. I wandered up the hill anyway, and it started snowing as I did. Once I got to her house at the top, I actually felt quite faint, but I didn’t really mind because soon I’d be happily inside in the warm. I knocked a few times, but there was no answer. So I knocked again and again. Eventually, I lost all strength and fainted. Luckily, it wasn’t that bad because I fell forward and so was still kind of standing up by leaning on her door. I ‘woke up’ a few seconds later, suddenly feeling quite a bit colder, and continued my knocking. Before long I had been knocking for twenty minutes and, if I didn’t leave soon, I’d miss the last bus home before 11 p.m.. I decided the door probably wasn’t going to be answered, and then walked back to the bus station…
    About an hour and a half later I was back at home and on my laptop.
    I got a message from my friend, “I thought you were coming round mine?” it said and I couldn’t help but laugh.
    (Also, I must say, I hope this story doesn’t give you a negative impression of my friend, she’s lovely, really!)

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