Monday, 5 September 2005
Home, but without a key
Back indoors after my holiday. So, what do you think is the worst feeling in the world when you arrive at your doorstep after being away for 2 weeks and just wanting to get in and put the kettle on? Yep you guessed it, losing your key.
345 notes and an hour later, I have a new key, two in fact, thanks to a kind locksmith willing to come out on Labor Day. Cheesed off? Moi?
Back to work tomorrow but I only have time this week to wash and iron my smalls because I am off to Munich on Friday night, to be joined by a client on Sunday and then onto London on Monday night. I will stay there until Sunday and I do have a ticket for the Chelsea game, my first of the season. ¶ 21:18
345 notes and an hour later, I have a new key, two in fact, thanks to a kind locksmith willing to come out on Labor Day. Cheesed off? Moi?
Back to work tomorrow but I only have time this week to wash and iron my smalls because I am off to Munich on Friday night, to be joined by a client on Sunday and then onto London on Monday night. I will stay there until Sunday and I do have a ticket for the Chelsea game, my first of the season. ¶ 21:18
