It's one thing to get home from work and find that your wife has changed the locks. It's another to find the whole front door gone.
This was the scene when I left for work this morning...
And this was what I came back to...
Not only did my key no longer fit, but the doorbell was gone too. I knock-knocked for a bit, but frankly it was no joke, so in the end I was forced to phone Lisa on my mobile and beg her to take me back. She opened the door thirty seconds later. It took twenty of those to work out how the lock worked.
We've actually been blessed with that new front door by the council, who presumably felt that if I'm going to take to the witness stand this summer, we could do with something capable of withstanding a few reprisal attacks. This one's so secure that we can barely open it, never mind the burglars.
It was fitted this afternoon by a bloke called Ian. I was at work at the time, but Amelie apparently woke up from her lunchtime nap while the job was in full swing, took one look down the hallway, and said:
"They're making me a new house!"
She'll be expecting a garden next.
Tuesday, March 01, 2011
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7 comments:
It looks quite like my front door. You'll feel at home when you visit me. Except I have got a garden.
Did you have both your bells cut off?
That's a bit personal.
Is that a special Reinal Screeners spyhole with crazy paving red lines?
Dave, I was just concerned whether Phil would hear when he got any visitors especially if he was in the garden...... I'll get me coat.
Jon, if your red lines are like crazy paving, it may indicate high blood pressure. I'd recommend you see a doctor.
As for my spyhole, it's built for a midget, and only of use if I develop a third eye in the centre of my chest. I might stick the doorbell there (on the spyhole, not on my chest).
Thanks Phil, this NHS Direct is brilliant.
ps;
With regards to the third eye business I would recommend a good agent and NOT running away to the circus.
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