What a twat, who you may ask well who else…me of course.
Just walked out the front door to put some rubbish in the bin and SLAM! goes the door, oh shit, bugger and more colourful language,
I’m locked out and I’m not wearing any shoes!
Quick, who might have spare key thinks I, the inlaws maybe? and they only live around the corner (I know, don’t say a word).
Luckily, I did have my Mobile in my pocket and so I dial their number, ring, ring, ring and so on, oh no I start to think they’re not in and finally an answer, have to quickly explain what’s happened to the Father-inlaw and through the laughing he states he’s not sure if they have a spare key but he does have some shoes I can borrow!, well that’s alright then I’ve got nowt to worry about.
Have to ring missus at work to see if she left a spare with them but all I get is the bloody voicemail, then I remembered why the front door slammed behind me, I left the back door open to air the place out a bit so when he arrives with the shoes we dart around to the back of the house hoping that it hadn’t also shut itself, oh happy days, the back door was wide open thank the Lord.
So in case you didn’t get it the first time, What a twat.
And on a completely random note, thats the last time I buy a sarnie from Tesco, bought one this morning and its left a rather nasty taste in my mouth.






