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Jan. 21st, 2008 10:38 pm
Lovely minted lamb burgers in the canteen today. That was as far as my luck ran, though...
About an hour after lunch the zip jammed on one of the pockets on my HWFC fleece jacket. It had been sticking all day but up till then I always got the damn thing to move in the end. Eventually, though, the zip got into an 'up only, no down' mode and stayed in it. My attemps to loosen it just resulted in it getting stuck rigid at the very top.
And this was the pocket with my house keys and change in.
Hilary and Sally attempted to help me shift it, including colouring the zip with pencil lead to make it slip, but to no avail. Some of the other girls also tried, but nobody had any luck. Everyone ended up advising me to cut a slit in the pocket from the inside to rescue my keys "then get your mum to sew it up". As Jane observed "It's a shame, because it's a nice fleece," and Jenny, in the booth next to me, said "You need that for Saturday!"
In the end Christine #1 tugged at it enough to get it to move down to the bottom. I evacuated everything to my other pocket. I tested the zip by pulling it up just a little way - again, it won't shift downwards one millimetre.
I cannot go about with only one zippable pocket, so until I can afford to put the jacket into a shop to have a new zip fitted (probably some time around September) I've been forced to retire my beloved Hawks fleece and dig my London 2012 one out of the back of the wardrobe.
Arsebiscuits.
About an hour after lunch the zip jammed on one of the pockets on my HWFC fleece jacket. It had been sticking all day but up till then I always got the damn thing to move in the end. Eventually, though, the zip got into an 'up only, no down' mode and stayed in it. My attemps to loosen it just resulted in it getting stuck rigid at the very top.
And this was the pocket with my house keys and change in.
Hilary and Sally attempted to help me shift it, including colouring the zip with pencil lead to make it slip, but to no avail. Some of the other girls also tried, but nobody had any luck. Everyone ended up advising me to cut a slit in the pocket from the inside to rescue my keys "then get your mum to sew it up". As Jane observed "It's a shame, because it's a nice fleece," and Jenny, in the booth next to me, said "You need that for Saturday!"
In the end Christine #1 tugged at it enough to get it to move down to the bottom. I evacuated everything to my other pocket. I tested the zip by pulling it up just a little way - again, it won't shift downwards one millimetre.
I cannot go about with only one zippable pocket, so until I can afford to put the jacket into a shop to have a new zip fitted (probably some time around September) I've been forced to retire my beloved Hawks fleece and dig my London 2012 one out of the back of the wardrobe.
Arsebiscuits.
