Despite not knowing the men with the cubby house were turning up, I'm glad they did because they were still hammering it together when I left to collect Ella from school. Thinking I'd better tell them where I was going, I left by the back door and took the back door key, something I don't usually do.
Anyway, when we got back, I couldn't get in the front door - the key was spinning in the barrel, kids in the car, cubby house men on the front lawn waiting for their payment. Thank god for that back door key. I had a locksmith out within half an hour, who charged me £20 to tell me it was 'buggered' and I'd need a whole new door.
Dr B's away watching the test match in Southampton. I phoned him - he'd been drinking with his mates.
'How's your day?'
'The men turned up with the cubby house and wanted cash on delivery but I didn't know it was being delivered. The front door is 'buggered' - can't get the key in. Locksmith just left. Tomorrow is Alex's birthday and I haven't even written her card. Ella wants to go to dance class but I'm too stressed out to take her. Since you ask.'
'Only two hours play here. Rained most of the afternoon.'
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