locked out

BG and I went to the local Food Basics in the stroller today. Well, she was in the stroller, I was pushing it. My cell was on the kitchen counter. "We're just going to the store. I shouldn't need it."



We picked up the fixings for tonight's veg lasagna. It was a beautiful day, sunny, 15C, light wind.



BG fell asleep on the walk back.



"Perfect, I can get the lasagnas made before she wakes up." Got all the way back to our front door and up the steps before I looked at my key ring and remembered that I had not put the house key back on it. RATS!



"That's OK," I says to myself. "Oli has a key. He dropped by before we went out. He should be home. I'll just get him to open the door for me." So, I push BG and our groceries back up the block to his house. Uh-oh. No car. I ring the doorbell anyway. No answer. I trudge back home. trudge trudge trudge. It's still a beautiful day, but I'm not feeling it.



Our neighbours are home. I knock on the door and ask if I can borrow their cell to text my DH (who is still in TO) to let him know I'm locked out. John asks if any of our windows are open. Yes. One. the guest room on the 2nd floor at the front of the house. He asks me about the back door. "Oh, I know that one is locked because I checked it before I left."



My very kind neighbour gets his extension ladder, goes through my upstairs window and lets us in. BG wakes up. It was another hour before the lasagna went in the oven.



It's a beautiful day again.