Today is a monumental day in the life of Lily, as it marks the THIRD time I've locked myself out of the house in the past ten days. Today was particularly terrible though, because I'd just gone out of the house to bring the bins in, and the door slammed shut in the wind, leaving me stranded with no mobile phone and no shoes. My housemate wasn't going to be home for at least another five hours, so I just had to wait. And wait. And wait. At least the weather was nice today, despite the wind!
I passed the time by reading the newspaper (which I'd conveniently not brought in this morning) and weeding the garden, as well as having a deep and meaningful conversation with a snail that passed by.
Finally, though, I swallowed my pride and walked around the corner to my ex-boyfriend's house in search of a glass of water, a cup of tea, and a toilet. Ben wasn't home, but his housemate was, and quite cheerfully told me to make myself at home. I must have looked very pathetic - hot, tired, shoeless!
All's well that ends well, but I'm determined to never lock myself out again. I'm getting a spare key made tomorrow and I'm going to hide it somewhere outside my house.
Where's a good hiding spot? What works for you? Does anyone have any good getting-locked-out stories? The best one I've ever heard involves a girl in a dressing-gown trapped on her second-floor balcony, a boy in a bottle-shop around the corner, a romance, and a gorgeous baby girl born 18 months or so later. Bless!
Have a good weekend!
xxxx
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I have never got locked out before but I would seriously smash a window or something if I could!
lol I kind of did that last week. I walked down to the shops with my sister who was going to see a movie, and we swapped bags on the way there. I forgot to take my keys out and by the time I realised she was already in the cinema with her phone off, so I went to the library for a couple of hours.
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