This morning I had to get up an hour earlier to let the smoke alarm dude in to test them. Yes they tested the smoke alarms at 7am. My neighbors hate me.
Safe to say I was on the dopey side as I was getting ready for work.
As the flatmate moves out this weekend (can I get a whoop whoop!), I’ve been rearranging the furniture slightly. So I’ve moved the hallway cabinet, which serves no purpose but to remind me to pick up my keys every morning, into the kitchen. So dopey Northern Lass didn’t pick up my keys this morning.
That’s exactly what I thought as I got off the tram after going to the gym but deciding my scratchy throat, locked jaw and headache was a sign it wasn’t a good idea to try burn 500 calories. Shit shit shit. I don’t want to have to ring flatmate and ask him to let me in. He’s bound to refuse seeing how how his passive aggression since I asked him to leave has now switched to ignoring me. I walk past the estate agents in the desperate hope they open late on a Friday.
Yeah right. And then it started raining.
Maybe I could stay at PRP’s or WROS’ tonight and then get the spare key from the agents in the morning…or call out a locksmith…or I’ve got my car keys, I could sleep in the car.
Really, am I really gonna go to such lengths before swallowing my pride and ringing him?!
Of course, a month a go, I’d be ringing Posh Boy by now and driving round to his. Easy solution. But that’s not a solution anymore. I walk home batting away the melancholy, maybe flatmate’s is actually in and can simply let me in.
And then a minor miracle happened:
As I approached the gate, flatmate emerged from the building to put some rubbish in the bins. He opened the gate for me. I followed him back into the flat without having to admit I’ve been a duffus. He then immediately and without word, grabbed his coat and keys and left.
He lucky is that? If I’d stayed at the gym I’d have missed him. If I was still seeing Posh Boy, I wouldn’t have even checked if he was in, missed him and had to sort it out the next day.
Now that’s what I call fate playing its hand. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.