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Spent most of this morning being locked out. IDIOT. Husband in France, grabbed wrong keys. What an expensive little mistake that was. And why was it the ONE time I didn't take my bag (heaving with books, etc as something to do)?!? And why did the wind blow so very hard while I was waiting.

Posted at 12th Apr 2008 - 02:39PM   Posted by Milla   OUCH Comments: 13

Pondside's Avatar Oh dear, Milla - sounds like something that could one day be funny, but now could actually be grounds for a plea bargain at the trial that will inevitably take place if your husband doesn't strike just the right note when he returns.
The answer to your question "why?".


Posted by: Pondside on 12th Apr 2008 at 02:47PM

Milla's Avatar ha ha!
my answer to the question "why" is
because ... you were away. Had you been here, it wouldn't have happened, because you could have opened the door. Sadly, it really is all his fault and not mine at all.

Posted by: Milla on 12th Apr 2008 at 02:49PM

men Rolling Eyes

Posted by: ZoŽ on 12th Apr 2008 at 02:56PM

Pondside's Avatar Of course it's his fault!Rolling Eyes

Posted by: Pondside on 12th Apr 2008 at 03:34PM

Westerwitch's Avatar Eeeeeek - and was Lolly inside, or out when you were locked out . . . and if she was inside - what was she doing . . . Twisted Evil

Posted by: Westerwitch on 12th Apr 2008 at 03:42PM

Pipany's Avatar Oh what a pain Milla - hope you are ok now xx

Posted by: Pipany on 12th Apr 2008 at 03:43PM

Milla's Avatar Lolly was in the car with me, luckily. We'd gone to collect the boys from footie, but my car keys are such a horrendous big bunch - incl a whistle from dinner lady days, my Tesco card thing, a torch, a penknife, that when went out last night had dismantled my housekeys from the clump and then forgotten to put them back and the bunch being so big it was easy not to notice.
What was gratifying was how long it took the locksmith to break in.

Posted by: Milla on 12th Apr 2008 at 04:25PM

Faith's Avatar I did it so many times at my old house that in the end I buried a spare set of keys in a screw jar in the garden in a location only known to me! Yes it was a pain digging it up in the dark, but not as much as the financial pain of getting in a locksmith.

Poor you Milla - I know the feeling.

Posted by: Faith on 12th Apr 2008 at 05:16PM

Exmoorjane's Avatar Deep sympathy yet not empathy I fear being the smug owner of a key safe. Bought one for Mum's house not realising builder has done same so we put one up outside ours. Is brilliant because we're always trotting off without keys or taking the wrong ones......
Sorry....ducks........but yes, bright side and all, long time breaking in....Though I suppose a brick through the window might be quick. OK, really AM going now. jxxxWink

Posted by: Exmoorjane on 12th Apr 2008 at 10:25PM

Jackofall's Avatar Of course it's his fault you're a daft bint - not Twisted Evil

Posted by: Jackofall on 12th Apr 2008 at 11:50PM

Frances's Avatar Hello from a single New Yorker with a doorman who always has my spare key on a ring. I am often in such exuberance at my descent to the basement laundry room (with the requisite 25 cent coins in my pocket) that I forget to take my keys. advice is give a key (or keys if it takes more than one) to someone, or bury them in a place that will be obvious only to you.

If I did not have that spare with the doorman, I cannot tell you how many times I would have been up the creek without a paddle. (In very urban NYC this metaphor is ironic, but I still would not have the keys!)


Posted by: Frances on 13th Apr 2008 at 12:46AM

Camilla's Avatar That is one of my worst fears Milla, saying that though, I do remember locking my HL out when I had gone to bed many years ago, HL was working away in Sussex was not expected home said day, and he forgot to take his house keys with him.

After the second brick was thrown up at the window(I was a heavy sleeper)Laughing he was not a happy bunnie.

Posted by: Camilla on 13th Apr 2008 at 01:22AM

Milla's Avatar Ah, Camilla, yes I remember being locked out before after a night out. E FAST ASLEEP. I rang and rang the doorbell and had my mobile calling the house, his mobile continuously. And then had to give up and go on home with the friend who had given me a lift (thank goodness she waited - I ALWAYS wait now to check a liftee gets in, I mean I always did, in case they were attacked or something, being associated with me - readers of my blog will understand!) and then she kindly drove me back at 6 the next morning. Must investigate this key safe, Jane.

Posted by: Milla on 13th Apr 2008 at 11:02AM

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