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Yesterday was interesting. I needed to pick up some things for the house, so I loaded up on morphine and forced myself out of the door. Debs drove me round and Eve was my little helper in all the shops, and I managed to sort out almost everything I needed.
Then on the way home, someone rear-ended us at the traffic lights. We and they pulled over, but there was no significant damage to the car. Okay, panic over, let's go home! Quickly, because I forgot to bring my coat and I'm freezing, and Debs needs the loo.
We drove back to the house, loaded ourselves up with all our purchases and Debs' DS (which she'd taken to entertain herself with while Eve and I were in the shops), trailed up the path to our front door... and discovered it wouldn't open. The key wouldn't turn. For a couple of minutes we all passed things round between us to free up hands to try the key again, and again, and then we had to all jump back in the car to go to my mother's so Debs could use the loo and I wouldn't freeze to death.
On parking outside my mother's, we gathered up the valuables to take inside with us (because while you should never leave valuables visible inside a car, this is doubly so in some places), and that's when Debs discovered she couldn't find her DS. She realised it must be on our doorstep, so we all piled into my mother's as quickly as possible, so she could run to the loo and then dash straight back to the car and drive back for her DS, and to have another go at the door.
While she was out, we discovered Eve had been holding her DS the entire time. I couldn't even ring Debs and tell her, because she left her phone in the house yesterday. She was very relieved when she got back, but she still couldn't get into the house.
My step-father took the keys and went over to our place to fight with the door, but he couldn't do it either, so eventually we admitted defeat and called a locksmith. £70 later, we were back in the house and our little Carry On film was over. We ordered takeout, because no fucking way was Debs cooking after all that.
Today, I have to go to the cripple shop for some cripple accessories. Here's hoping I can get back into the house when I'm done.
Then on the way home, someone rear-ended us at the traffic lights. We and they pulled over, but there was no significant damage to the car. Okay, panic over, let's go home! Quickly, because I forgot to bring my coat and I'm freezing, and Debs needs the loo.
We drove back to the house, loaded ourselves up with all our purchases and Debs' DS (which she'd taken to entertain herself with while Eve and I were in the shops), trailed up the path to our front door... and discovered it wouldn't open. The key wouldn't turn. For a couple of minutes we all passed things round between us to free up hands to try the key again, and again, and then we had to all jump back in the car to go to my mother's so Debs could use the loo and I wouldn't freeze to death.
On parking outside my mother's, we gathered up the valuables to take inside with us (because while you should never leave valuables visible inside a car, this is doubly so in some places), and that's when Debs discovered she couldn't find her DS. She realised it must be on our doorstep, so we all piled into my mother's as quickly as possible, so she could run to the loo and then dash straight back to the car and drive back for her DS, and to have another go at the door.
While she was out, we discovered Eve had been holding her DS the entire time. I couldn't even ring Debs and tell her, because she left her phone in the house yesterday. She was very relieved when she got back, but she still couldn't get into the house.
My step-father took the keys and went over to our place to fight with the door, but he couldn't do it either, so eventually we admitted defeat and called a locksmith. £70 later, we were back in the house and our little Carry On film was over. We ordered takeout, because no fucking way was Debs cooking after all that.
Today, I have to go to the cripple shop for some cripple accessories. Here's hoping I can get back into the house when I'm done.