Locked Out!

Yesterday I managed to lock myself out of the house. After being completely convinced that I'd put my keys in the changing bag, I was both bewildered and dismayed to find that this wasn't the case at all. Luckily I'd remembered my phone and made a very sheepish call to Graeme to tell him what I'd done.

To add insult to injury, when I got to the Surestart Centre, my reason for venturing out, I couldn't get in as nobody came when I rang the bell. I went to the school entrance and stood there like a numpty until someone noticed me and escorted me to the baby clinic. I was then told that clinic had been moved to Fridays, but I was welcome to stay and chat for a while. As there was another mum there and given that I wasn't having the best of days, I stayed for an hour or so. It was nice to talk to other adults during the day, so I've decided to take advantage of some of the other baby groups run by the centre, though I think I'll stay well clear of "Jingle Jangle"...

Afterwards, I rang Graeme to let him know I was on my way home, so he could leave work to let me in the house. I had to take the "scenic" route home to add extra time to my journey, so that I wouldn't end up sitting on the door step waiting for him; our front door is right on the street, so I'd have looked very odd indeed!

Lisa xxx