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Friday, February 03, 2006

Numpty a go-go

This has been quite the week for proving that I am a complete arse-wit.

Last Friday I ran off to Tesco's in a last minute dash to go and get a bottle of wine and some nibbles. As I returned home, my pocket felt oddly and disturbingly light.

Yes, I had left home without my keys. I thought for a moment that I might have dropped the in Tesco but no, lifting up the letterbox flap revealed my keys, where I normally leave them glistening with almost indecent glee. Arse.

I've had my own place for about 3 years now and one of the things that I am continually paranoid about is leaving home without my keys. This leads to a practically 'rainman'-esque performance of continually patting my pocket, checking my keys on the way out of the door. But not tonight. So, sheepishly, I had to phone my parents ten miles away to drive over with my spare key.


Eventually let back in with an air of "bloody hell, that was embarassing. what an eejit".


Fast forward to Saturday. I went to Truro to drink and eat lots in celebration of a friend's birthday. Being a sensible sort of what-not, I removed my car keys and just took my door keys with me when I took the train into the teeming metropolis. At the end of the day, I wound my way home through the increasing cold.

Walking down the lane to my house, I picked my keys out of my pocket ready to unlock the door only to behold: shite. Wrong keys. I had once again locked myself out.


I've managed 3 years not to lock myself out and now, twice in two days. I was now, in the words of my ever-supportive sister, a massive twat desperately looking for attention.

1 Comments:

  • She's very supportive, your sister. Also, she rang me, just to tell me about it.

    By Blogger james henry, at 7:46 pm  

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