Breaking and entering
April 5, 2015
Today one of my biggest fears came through: I accidentally shut myself out of the house. And with no spare key in sight, a long and cold afternoon lay ahead. I looked longingly through the kitchen window, but of course, no one was home.
Luckily I paid close attention as a kid when I watched The A-Team! I decided to take some action A-team style. With the help of a gardening tool I managed to open the locked gate to our garden, thus gaining acces to our bedroom window, which I knew to be wide open. Triumphantly I grabbed the kitchen stairs and climbed up. But both me and the kitchen stairs fell short.
My eye fell on the mini trampoline of the kids, but I had to concede there was no way I could jump up several feet, and then tumble my way through a window. Not without some Tena Lady anyway.
Luckily inspiration struck: there are a lot of screw drivers in the garden shed, so I climbed down my stairs and grabbed a bunch of those and ran to the kitchen window.
I screwed all my screws loose and felt a lovely rush of adrenaline. Breaking and entering is such a rush!
Having succesfully sabotaged the kitchen window it was time for part two of my brilliant plan. I pushed my head through the window, and wriggled my body after it. For one panicky moment I feared getting stuck, when my feet were helplessly dangling outside and my bosom hugged the countertops, but despair gave me a boost and finally I was inside!
Joyfully I set foot on our kitchen floor and proudly declared: 'A small step for mankind, a big step for me!'
To celebrate I put on the kettle to make a nice cup of hot tea. And then I grabbed the yellow pages to find a security company.
Because obviously, the security around our house stinks!
Tags: Daily living