Last week there was an unsuspecting frost… after rainfall… and Annet has to go to the toilet… the right combination for a disaster.
In the middle of the night a huge kaboom wakes me up followed by a silence. When I realise that Annet is not next to me in bed a short thought comes up: “I should have organised that life insurance!” Followed by: “Why is it so quiet!?”
My hart beats in my throat when I open the door to the porch. In the moonlight I see a vague shadow limping away. “Are you oke?” I ask worried. “I am fine,” she answers followed by a moan.
The next morning we explore Annet’s buttocks. She must have a high paintrashhold, because there is a huge glowing Easter egg on it.
Time to solve the problem. The same day I staple chicken wire on the surface off the stairs. It works like a charm.
This true story is written to thank my pals on the zelfvoorzienend Facebook group for their good tips and ideas.
watch out for the icy stairs! 
And there she goes. 
That must hurt. 
Yes, an other job for Ter. 
The result. Chicken wire on the surface. 
look how happy she is with the result 
Well done T. You did it again.
