I have done a very foolish thing tonight. I'd try and build up a sense of suspense but I reckon the title of tonight's blog gives it away a bit. Yes, I am currently stood outside the front door of the house where my flat is situated and I'm locked out.
Now the light's on in the first floor flat (I'm on the second floor) but I'm such an anti-social hermit type I don't know who lives there (mind you, they haven't introduced themselves either, so, y'know, two way street). I think they have a child though so I don't want to yell up as I know how much that would get on my wick if someone woke up my kids. I have tried flashing the torch app from my window as a gentle way of getting their attention but I think it's had little effect. It's gone 11 o'clock now so I wouldn't want to disturb them at this late hour anyhoo.
The ground floor and third floor flats have the lights switched off so either they're out or they've already gone to bed. I have spoken to someone from upstairs and I'm hoping they've just gone out for the evening. I'll hang on for a while longer and hope they turn up. If not I'll probably have to go round to my estranged wife and wreck the tiny amount of sleep No2 son's letting her have at the mo. There is a reckless part of me that's considering staying here all night until the door opens. There's a crude simplicity to that as a solution - I've got to get my uniform for morning and if I desert my post there's no telling if I'll get in in the morning. Although I'd probably get away with shouting then.
Is this my problem in life? Am I too bothered by what other people think? I could have kicked up a fuss, annoying my neighbour but I'd be in by now. Maybe that's better, but it's not me. I always used to fret over this sort of stuff but I just accept it's in my nature these days. If there was any urgency I'd move things along. But this is fine. I've got my iPod.
What I haven't got is any money. When I get in these situations it's always for the dumbest reasons. I was having a bit of a tidy so for the first time in, what, 18 months I decided to take out the huge pile of carrier bags that had accumulated to the side of the sink.
Like that needed to be done tonight.
Anyway, I couldn't remember if Tesco recycled them or not but Sainsbury's (which is further away) definitely did. Fancied a walk - to Sainsbug's if ness - so off I trot. Wasn't going to be long so I didn't lock the door. In fact, I had changed trousers since I'd got home and left my keys and wallet in my other pair. If I had tried to lock up, I'd have realised I didn't have my key. On such small twists of fate does destiny depend.
Turns out Tesco does recycle them so I didn't have to walk too far. I made a quick call on me phone and headed back. That's when it sunk in...
You'll be glad to know I'm editing and finishing this off now from the confines of my luxury bachelor flat. Yes, as I was busy tapping away on me phone my gambit paid off and my neighbours from upstairs turned up. We shared a grumble over the landing light still not working and said goodnight to each other. That's where tonight's adventure ended.
Oo, Alien Autopsy starring Ant and Dec is on. Ah, all's well that ends well.
More soonliest.
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