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- Annie
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Hahaha superb. How long did you have to wait/many pints did you down?
Gah, I hate being locked out. Once when in Bristol, in a very sitcom-styled event, I had the door blow closed on me when I was taking the rubbish out. I had to go next door and climb over the fence, smashing a kitchen window to get in.
Most annoying.
Well at least you have a pen.
One of the small great things about living at a block of flats, is that their are a spare set of keys at the front desk.
Although I'm normally surprisingly good with keys. Which is odd as I lose everything else.
Last time I locked myself out it was -15 ยบ C outside and I had two hungry toddlers, a sick dog and two heavy bags of frozen food with me, but obviously not keys or my mobile.
So far so good and too paranoid/obsessive to be locked out. Always a first time though.
3 hours Rad - lucky I was on halfs, otherwise I would have been under the table...
Aaargh Billy, I feel your pain. I also once locked me and 3 friends out of my flat on New Year's Day when we were in a very bad state and had been invited against our will over to the old lady next door's New Year's Day drinks.
Adrian - that sounds like just what I need. I didn't use to be so scatty, I swear - old age creeping up.
Taiga *chills* that sounds horrendous - you poor thing - I'll never complain again.
Llewtrah - I am too dopey - going to plant spare sets on friends and neighbours all over town, cos I seem to do it more and more...
You should have done the kakuro puzzle on the back of that G2. And, you should have gone to the Palm Tree.
ahhh, I hate that - you get that sickening feeling at some point on your way home when you just know that your key is not in your bag however many times you rummage through. I have done this several times recently and have to go to Barcelona football ground to get Dave´s key. It´s a very long way away, normally happens when I should be inside waiting for a washing machine to be delivered or with all my christmas shopping. Where you very drunk by the end of your wait? I would have been.
After a few pints, you should have stood on a stool and asked "How many people are only in here because they've locked themselves out?"
You might have beeen surprised at the result.
Alternatively, you might have got an embarrassed silence, and had to add the pub to that list of places the doorsteps of which you'll never darken again.
The wv is "owfphkr", which is what I said the day before yesterday when I dropped a storage trunk on my foot.
Realdoc - does it involve maths?
Em, I would be mightily pissed off having to schlep out to Camp Nou to get my keys. I was quite merry, but also quite knackered.
Tim - I nearly propositioned the man sitting at my table, he was quite cute and I thought my flatmates might be out all night - but he looked v young and kept blowing smoke in my face...
Storage trunk? Are you going on an epic sea voyage then?
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