I worked today, came home for a while, then I rushed back out to work this evening...
Finished work at 7.30ish,followed by a swift half in the pub with colleagues and then scampered home.... and duh ...no keys.
Called one and only son, he was at his Dad's house, I asked what time was he coming back and was his sister in town...
he chortling '....after eleven Mum, and nah she is here with us',
I groaned, putting on a brave face, 'ok l'll go to Tesco and then get something to eat', trying to ignore the laughter in the background, or was I just imagining it.
I so needed to pee. I went to cast my vote, only after I begged to use their loo. Thank you God!
I sauntered off to Tesco, £10 in my purse, bought a paper, some reduced flowers, just cos l have to have flowers and walked in the rain to McDonald's as far as my budget would stretch. CLOSED.
Strolled round to KFC, dawdled outside, cos l knew if I bought one it would be deelish, but then it would sit in my belly all night, heavy and on my hips for the next month.
They were about to close, so I pitifully walked up and bought the daggy end of the chicken, chucked in between the dry sides of a chabbata bun. Chips and a coke.
I had managed to kill an hour, I sat on my stoop, ate the lot, way to fast. Got ketchup all over me and my mobile phone. Called everyone l know. no one home tonight. Then texted everyone I don't know. Unsurprisingly I had no replies
I sat and sipped coke and smoked too many smokes.
The mobile bell sounded and Lucy texted, 'Hi hun, l'm out. Can't help you, sorry!' ugh!
Just before 11pm, my son texted to say he was on his way home. Now to face the question that had been forming in the recess of my mind. Do I go hide around the corner, until his Dad has dropped him off. Or sit there, frozen, damp, with white numb toes and fingers. Could I really be arsed to move, to save face?
Nah! I had forgotton my keys is all. I waited another ten minutes and my son got dropped off around the corner.
I am tucked up in my warm dressing gown. A hot shower n mug tea . Bliss.
Note to self. As this is the third time this has happened in as many months, go get yourself two new keys cut tomorrow and keep them in your purse.