Locked out again.

I'm starting to get a bit frustrated with my brain. I seriously think it's the medication I'm taking that's making me forget my keys all the time. I'm thinking I might have to staple my keys to my head. What do you do to remember important things?

My friend Mary reminded me of a good getting-locked-out story tonight! It was before my time, but a couple of you might have been first-hand witnesses.

"i have a good getting locked out story for you! Ixel who was an exchange student from america lived opposite me at jane and she locked herself out of her room when she went to the shower. it was morning and there was no one else around cos everyone was at breakfast. she was only in a tincy wincy wincy minute towel. and ixel was rather rotund. instead of waiting for someone to come back ixel walked into the dining hall in her itty bitty towel to get some help. very embarrassing but she was not embarrassed in the slightest. i would not have been surprised if she had done it naked. yikes!"

At least when I get locked out I'm usually not near-naked.

Now, please, let's not talk about this anymore.

Locked out.

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