Scribblings from the Mitchy Side

I mean that literally. I just nearly managed to lock myself in my house. Here's how.

My front door doesn't have a Yale lock, so the only way to secure it is to actually lock it. There are two locks, one in the handle and one deadbolt. It is my custom to lock the deadbolt whenever I enter the flat and leave the keys in the door, for ease of access.

So, tonight I scampered to the front door to greet the pizza delivery guy and....there were no keys in the lock. The lock was engaged but I hadn't left the keys in there. I panicked, checked all my jeans pockets and then remembered I have a spare set hanging in the hall. Retrieved those, opened the door, got the pizza, hurrah.

But....where were my keys? Answer: still in the trousers I wore on Friday. And I hadn't noticed because I've not attempted to leave the flat since Friday evening.

So yeh, I really need to get out more :P

Talking of which, if anyone sees the lovely thalinoviel between now and tomorrow evening, can they please ask her to check the voicemail I left re: going to the cinema next week. Thanks! :)