As I head into the garage to park the van I hear the antenna go "TWONG" and then I hear a scrape along the roof of the van. WTF? I then realize - well, I did push the button to stop the door from coming down, I neglected to push it again to make it go back up.
I get out - look at the top of the van and really don't see any damage. I push the button and the door does the "death rattle" back down. I go into the house and I don't say a word to Peter.
Peter heads off early to work this morning. I get up at my usual time, turn on the computer and I get this email from Peter.
The garage door is broken (out of track bottom left). It is fully up so you can get out if necessary. I unplugged it as well.
I phone him and confess my crime.
Routine has a way of making one be oblivious to our surroundings.