So today Nathan and I went out for dinner with my parents. When we arrived home, we both stood around the door, waiting for the other person to open it… I reach into my handbag as Nathan pats his pockets. “Where are my keys?” we say in unison :-P
“It’s okay, I’ll climb up the verandah and go through the kitchen window”. This involves 90kg of man (sorry I’ve told the internet how much you weight Nathan) trying lift himself up onto the very wet verandah- while crushing the mint and some other plants and vines we’ve recently started growing. “It doesn’t matter!” I shout- “The mint will grow right back!”. But the kitchen window is also locked, so the mint has been sacrificed for nothing.
We have no idea what to do next… We’ve locked ourselves outside before but we’ve always had Nathan’s housemate with a third set of keys and unlocked doors or windows to get through. But now the housemate is gone, and we’ve been locking the entire house with great care ever since we got our contents insurance and started to freak out about our worldly possessions…
I pull out my phone and find out that 24-hour locksmiths do exist! And a phonecall later I also learn they charge $165 to break into your house :-( We sat outside for about half an hour while the locksmith comes to rescue us, I feel scared and vulnerable as I read Hunger Games and possums and god knows what other animals make noises in the trees behind me.
Now we’re $165 poorer but really glad to be home.