Mmm. Lovely sunny day, I thought to myself this morning. How shall I spend it?
With lots of work related items jiggling for my attention, I went for the self-indulgent option.
I dug the folding lounger out from the basement shed and carried it into the grounds of the estate, just below the balcony. The only other things I took with me were my WIP, a bottle of water and a pencil.
Luxury. Time passed as the sun moved across the sky throwing my chair into shadow.
No matter. I was too busy to move, lost in the craft.
First Born and his friend passed saying they were hungry. I chucked them my keys and told them to help themselves.
Little Guy kissed me goodbye as he headed off for a friend's party.
The sun moved behind the block, throwing me into deeper shadow.
Scribble, edit, polish ...
What time is it? Already? Missed lunch. I really ought to eat something. Could do with a pee too. Suppose I should go in ...
And that's the point I realised that FB hadn't returned my keys.
But that he was outside.
And the keys were inside.
And Little Guy had locked the balcony door.
And hadn't taken his own keys with him to the party.
And G was out for the day.
And no one has any spare keys.
A combination of helpful neighbours, a step ladder and a small child not too scared to be fed through a tiny window means that I'm now able to tell you about this several hours later.
From now on, no one gets my keys. No one. If they haven't got their own, tough. They're hungry? Tough. Need the toilet? Tough. Next time, maybe they'll think more carefully. Harumph!