If there's one thing at this time of year you would not want to do...

...it would be to lock yourself out of the house you're looking after!!  Oh yes....that would be really stupid. 

I was out the back of the house faffin aboot, getting some fresh air, then I 'think' I hear the front door bell, so I run through the house, pulling the back door closed behind me (thankfully not locking it), get to the inner front door, open it, step into the porch and as I open the outter door I realise, just too late, that I'd let the inner door close and LOCK behind me!!  To add insult to injury there was no one at the door, probably just the voices in my head playing chap'n'run!!

After my mild panic attack, standing in my slippers in the porch, I realise that the back door was unlocked.  So I go next door and introduce myself to the neighbours, who haven't even met my mates who own the house.  Heather was lovely, she let me go through her house, past the cool spiral staircase she has in her kitchen then into her backgarden.  She then helped push my ample rear over the garden wall.  I can only imagine that it must have been quite a sight for sore eyes.

There is a point in life when you realise that there are some lessons you wish you had learnt early on....like checking to see how far you have to drop at the other side of a garden wall!  But in my defense it was pitch black and thankfully I think I must have been a cat in a previous life cause I landed (granted not very elegantly) on my feet.  The drop was taller than me (I'm 5ft6") and I'm sure it would have looked very daring had there been anyone who could have witness it other than Heather ,who was standing watching me disappearing over the wall.

But the good news is that I survived the drop & I got back into the house with out breaking anything...or me.

Lesson:  Not to answer the front door without my climbing kit on.  Note to self:  Buy climbing kit.