I realised as I was about to leave the house that I couldn't find my house keys. Not on the key hook, not in my work bag.
I realised that they must be locked in my car.
Mr Nursey had gone to work an hour away and had locked the door. We only have one outside door.
Cue me texting him to ask if we had a spare key whilst looking around. Nope.
I then attempted to work out if I could get out of the kitchen window. I couldn't. All our downstairs windows are tiny double-glazed jobbies that don't open very wide. Like this:
Mr Nursey then phoned and suggested I call his sister who has a spare key. i phoned work and told them I would be late cause I am a plonker. My boss laughed at me.
I then thought I'd have one last go at getting out the kitchen window. I managed to get one leg out of the window, then lifted the other one through whilst holding onto the kitchen cupboard for dear life. I then used all of my upper body strength to get to the right angle to shimmy out.
I then ran to the car, found my keys, went back in the house, grabbed my bag and finally went to work.
After seeing a couple of patients, one of my friends started work and asked me why I had cobwebs in my hair...
Go on, mock me, I deserve it! ?
