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So the plan to all defect to Reform and pretend it's not the worst people from the same party?
I made a vague attempt to tidy up my office space and garden this afternoon. I left the back door open as I went to put some broken crap in the bin at the front. The wind blew through the house and the front door slammed shut. I did not have my keys.
Catie was in Luton for the next couple of hours and no one nearby had keys to my house. I did at least have my phone. I needed a bath and had some work to do and it looked like I was just going to have to wander round Hitchin in my sweaty tennis gear until Catie got home. If I could get to the back of the house I would be OK as the back door was wide open, but that would mean climbing up an 8 foot wall, through a prickly bush and jumping down the other size. Which I am not sure I wanted to do with my 58 year old knees and ankles. I did climb up, but then I climbed back down. Worse than being locked out of the house would be lying on my driveway with broken bones and a smashed phone and then being run over by my wife when she returned in the car and didn't see me lying there. There are secure automatic gates to the driveway.
I could have tried asking the neighbour if they minded me coming through their house and clambering over the fence. But that would mean admitting I was an idiot. At least I wasn't in my dressing gown or just my pants as I sometimes am when I put the rubbish out.
Luckily or unluckily for me I discovered a way to break into my own property. I am not going to reveal what it was as most of my readers are thieves, though I will try to secure that particular way in pretty soon. I felt both good and bad that I was able to get into the house. Mainly good though. Cos I could have a bath.
Another RHLSTP guest announced for the Leicester Sq Theatre gigs in the badger secret area and beneath the paywall on Substack
