Mon, Aug 13 2012 10:41
So this afternoon I was gearing up to putting another coat of gloss on the woodwork in the toilet, when I remembered I was running low on groceries, specifically the kinds of things (potato waffles and cheese!) that I tend to want to eat after I've been doing things like painting woodwork.
Off to the shops then. Popped up to Farmfoods & picked up a bag full of odds and ends, about half of which were frozen. So far so dull. Then as I turned onto Grove Street coming home and reached into my pocket for my keys...
I'm blaming the paint fumes. I mean I never leave the house without my keys.
I'd left the house without my keys.
Happily I gave Liz a spare set ages ago against just such an emergency... only (it being Festival time) she was watching a show & her phone was off. Anita (bless her) was in. She doesn't have a set of my keys (though I may get another cut...) however she has a freezer (sorting problem #2 - defrosting groceries) and she has a set of keys to Liz's flat.
A long way round to get home from a quick trip to the shops: Shops to Anita's, Anita's to Liz's, Liz's to Anita's and finally back home.
Brings a new meaning to the phrase "key chain".
Fri, Aug 3 2012 06:17
Payment 36 of 36 made today. WooHOO!