Why I should not be left on my own
July 19th, 2007
So I get up, mid-afternoon, ready for a night shift tonight. I decide at about 4pm that it’s time to go out to Sainsbury’s for some bits and pieces I need. On my way downstairs I pick up some crap that needs taking to the bin and I take it down with me, put it all in the bin, and turn around to close the door.
I look at the front door. It has a yale lock and a normal key sort of lock. I think “the neighbours are away, so I should lock both of them”. I reach into my pocket. I find no keys.
Luckily, the door is still open. I run upstairs, shouting a long, slow-motion “NOOOOOOO!” as I do, and yes – just as I had feared – the door to my flat is locked and burglar-proof. I turn the handle anyway and try to push it open a few times. Sadly the lock on the other side of it has not mysteriously evaporated and the door does not open.
Because I was going out anyway I have my phone and my wallet with me. So I have just spent the last two hours – TWO, count ’em – getting a bus and a tube and another tube to Notting Hill Gate, walking ten minutes in the rain to where Friya works, getting her spare keys off her, walking some more in the rain, getting another tube, and another one, and another bus back home.
I will be getting spare keys cut and leaving them hidden in some cunning location.
(It could be worse. I could have left my phone behind, and the door downstairs could have been locked. Then I would have been trapped on the stairs with two bags of rubbish and no way to get help.)
Entry Filed under: Chris,Tragic,What I Did Today
15 Comments
1. Kevil | July 20th, 2007 at 09:59
At least you would have had something to eat!
2. Kevil | July 20th, 2007 at 10:00
Also my I suggest hiding your spare keys on top of big ben, on some string looped over the spire, no-one’ll ever look there!
3. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver | July 20th, 2007 at 12:10
Why not hide the keys in a whimsical place? Like finding a jar of fairies hidden in an abandoned sewer line just underneath the building itself?
Whimsical places give a lot to society, but then again they take a lot too.
4. Chris | July 20th, 2007 at 18:51
I did once find a whimsical weeping willow, softly wailing in the wind. Unfortunately it didn’t have any pockets so I couldn’t put my keys there.
May I thank both of you for your deeply bisulent support over this matter. It makes my embrolation much simpler to deal with.
5. Lizzie | July 21st, 2007 at 03:36
Your a sillly filly 😛
Hide your keys in ur shoes .. you’ll never loose them then 😀
Could be slightly painful .. but yet, sensible!! 😛
6. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver | July 23rd, 2007 at 08:53
I’ve got them there now. Such a tight fit anyway. It’s just like those monks who used to walk around hitting themselves over the head with a wooden plank.
7. Chris | July 23rd, 2007 at 18:01
I hated those monks. Such a waste of useful wood!
8. Lizzie | July 23rd, 2007 at 22:33
Why would you hit yourself .. thats just silly 😛
9. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver | July 24th, 2007 at 12:29
Come on Liz, everyone knows that life is pain. God is pain. Therefore to live and worship God you must be in… erm, pain I guess.
10. Chris | July 25th, 2007 at 10:40
Papercuts are also pain.
11. The Saint King | July 25th, 2007 at 12:24
*sings*
I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IS! I WANT YOU TO SHOW ME!
12. Chris | July 25th, 2007 at 17:15
OK. Here it is.
13. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver | July 26th, 2007 at 08:29
‘The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy defines love as “Mostly painful” ‘
Thank you for showing me what love is Chris. I’m overwhelmed, like Chudith Jarmers.
14. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver | July 26th, 2007 at 13:52
Oh what happened there like? Flashy flashy!
I think something *sings* WENT WRONG!
15. Kerry | August 2nd, 2007 at 10:03
Hello, I like keys