15 September 2005

crazy day

without giving step by step instructions to the universe at large about how to break into my house, i had to do just that this morning after i locked myself out. the break in process involved climbing a wall, lying full length in mud and climbing down a ramshackle piece of trellis. i had to buy a loaf of bread so i had change to use the phone to ring mr K to find out he was miles away and couldn't help. which reminds me, that loaf of bread is still in a plastic bag in someone else's back garden where i left it as i hacked my way through nettles to get to the crumbling brick wall i was to scale. (i just ate the last slice tonight so maybe i could get minime to go fetch for breakfast!!)
then i get to work, amazingly only 10 minutes late, to be faced with news that some wacko has gone straight to the MD because he didn't have staff bow to his every whim when he last came in.
then at the end of the day i realise i can't shut the back door at work so have to call out security to do a bit of man handling of the locks to get the place secure.
i get home after nine from a late shift, eat a bowl of beans for tea and now i'm going to bed.
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow, sounds rough. Still it's fun to burgle the old homestead once in a while. I used to get a kick out of climbing through the stairway landing window at my parents' house.

4:08 am
kumquat said...

in or out?

5:40 pm
Anonymous said...

Got my 'mini-me' to break in the other week - we had dashed home from a village fete to snatch up some tools so that we could return to the fete to get them sharpened by the visiting knife-sharpener; but dashed home sans keys. We opened a tiny window by the back door and I gave the oldest (and hugest) a leg up to scramble in headfirst over the utility room sink to unlock from indoors. It was a bit like Bill Sykes and Oliver.

3:00 pm
Big Dog said...

I once locked myself out and asked the neighbours upstairs if they had a ladder. The said no but they did have abseiling gear. I managed to pursuade someone I'd never met into abseiling out of their 4th floor window down into my flat (i'd left the big balcony style doors open). I said thank you and made coffee.

1:26 pm
Anonymous said...

Used to break into my house regularly, through the kitchen window, legs waving. Was always slightly surprised that no one ever seemed to question this, despite it being in full view of the street. Clearly all the busybodys knew that the my siblings and I were just forever forgetting our keys!

10:45 am

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