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I'm such a twonk. I managed to lock myself out of my flat this afternoon. By the grace of the gods I had opened the back door before I decided to take the bin bag out the front, and then heard that heart-stopping *click* of the Yale lock snapping shut behind me.
Fortunately I am either a) an expert thiefy or b) super-bloody-lucky as there is an alleyway that runs around the back of the communal patio out the back (which I have never been down before, I didn't even know it was there) and was able to hop over the back wall and stroll in through my open back door.
Of course, it sounds easy in the retelling... I'm missing out the part where I got my foot stuck in the gate and nearly did myself a damage, and the point where I'm more concerned about keeping my shades on my face than actually holding on to things, but still: why let the details get in the way of a daftbugger story, eh?
The end.
Fortunately I am either a) an expert thiefy or b) super-bloody-lucky as there is an alleyway that runs around the back of the communal patio out the back (which I have never been down before, I didn't even know it was there) and was able to hop over the back wall and stroll in through my open back door.
Of course, it sounds easy in the retelling... I'm missing out the part where I got my foot stuck in the gate and nearly did myself a damage, and the point where I'm more concerned about keeping my shades on my face than actually holding on to things, but still: why let the details get in the way of a daftbugger story, eh?
The end.