This is becoming really annoying. I have done it several times recently. Usually, my fiance is home before me, or my dad lives right next door - proving to be more than handy for just a light bulb or two. Therefore someone has been around to let me in. You see, we live in a block of flats (Apartments to my American readers - although you know what us British folk mean) so I have my electronic key to buzz in first, and then have to tackle my front door. So today I drive home listening to International radio one, pretty much like I do every day. I rummage for the house keys as I walk to the main doors, being unable to find them among the other clutter in my Mary Poppins bag, I simply give up and Buzz the door bell. I buzz it again. Shaun is not home. In a huff I rummage again only to realize I have no keys with me at all. Damn. Just to make it really sweet, it's raining. Oh, and my Dad went on holiday this morning to Ireland. So now I'm stood outside my own front door, in my tracksuit bottoms and an oversize hoodie like a homeless person in the classic British drizzle.
I resort to walking back to my car, hoping no one has watched me do all this, and there I sit....
For an HOUR & a Quarter. Until Shaun returns from playing Badminton at 7.45pm.
I was so hungry I ate my sandwiches that I didn't have time for today. Also, cars are cold.
that is all.
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