Cindy wrote about locking herself out her house this morning, and it reminded me I hadn’t shared my little story. (It’s not as well written as hers though! :))
Anyway, we have patio doors at the back, a side gate, bolted on the inside, and a front door that locks when you shut it. I’m very good at checking that I have my keys before I shut that front door.. but I guess we all have off days, right?
So, Amy and I were off out for pizza one lunchtime.. I slammed the front door behind me, then realised that I didn’t have my keys. As we were heading out after school, that should have been ok, because by the time we’d made it back, hubby would have been home…
The problem was, however, that I’d left the patio door unlocked. Obviously, if anyone had gotten in, our insurance company wouldn’t have been very understanding! So, I needed to get round there to be able to get my keys, and lock it up. But, standing in my way was the bolted side gate..
My neighbour did point out (when I knocked to see if our previous owners had left keys with her) that if I couldn’t get in, no one else could. I had to point out though that some 18 year old lad would probably find it easy to get over the fence.. it was simply posing a problem for me, being a 30-something, female, un-athletic, scaredy cat!
After discussing a few options, she offered me their ladder, so I could try to get over the gate.. which I accepted. So round I went, climbed the ladder, and cocked my leg over the top of the gate. I had trouble finding a foothold on the other side, and I seriously had visions of me tumbling over head-first, and lying sobbing in pain on the other side! I guess Amy had similar visions, because she looked terrified!
Thankfully however, I made it safely over (grateful there was no one other than my 3 year old to witness me being rather ungraceful!) got my keys, locked up, and returned the ladder. And off we went to get our well earned pizza!