Speak slowly, I'm blonde... but I am lucky to have good neighbours

I was given this key ring by Craig following an event few years ago when I lost my keys. I looked everywhere for them: the shelf in the kitchen where I used to dropped them on, the bottom of the hundreds of bags I had, the laundry basket in case they fell out of a pair of trousers…

After a few days it was obvious, they were gone. Lost forever.

So I had a new set cut and when I came home later that day, I found them… on the key holder in our entrance hall... Obvious place, you will say. Well, not if you don't ever use the key holder. Hence the key ring "speak slowly, I am blonde" because apparently blondes do that ALL the time !

Craig used to constantly remind me to put them there so it was obvious that I wasn't going to do it. So it is more likely he put them there after finding them on the shelf in the kitchen and therefore CONFUSED MY BRAIN. Since then I have had that key ring on my set of keys that he "lovingly" gave me…

Not so long ago, I added a comment on Sally’s blog post at Who’s the Mummy? where she talks about leaving her keys on her front door, something I do at least once a week at least. I don’t know how it happens but after making sure I get the kids, the bags and the buggy inside, whilst preventing the dog from stepping outside I leave the keys on the door…

I usually have them back when a nice neighbour or the community officer knocks at the door and gives me a lecture of how dangerous it is that I leave my keys on the door, blah blah blah…

My answer is always to smile and be utterly grateful they saved my life. Usually when they see the size of the dog trying to barge past me to sniff their items of clothing or the sandwiches in their bag, they understand that I don’t really risk much. Some malicious person trying to open my door when he is not invited, would probably swear and run when Nala moves towards him. Just saying.

This morning I did something much better and took it another level though. When I usually leave the keys outside while I am inside, this time I left the keys on the door not closed properly and left the house for the preschool run… 

Its only when I started rummaging through my bag after drop off that I realised:

“F*CK!! B****CKS!! TRIPPLE B****CKS!!!” No time to chat, time to RUN HOME!!!

I had horror visions as I was running pushing the buggy:

I am going to go home and someone will be dead in my lounge, eaten by the dog.

OR

I am going to get home and Nala will be wandering out in the street while someone is emptying the house (more likely).

OR

I am going to die of a bloody heart attack running in flip flops, pushing a buggy, under 30 Degrees Celsius, without training and with a very high level of stress (most probable ending).

While I was running I called our neighbour who by luck was just round the corner and managed to get back before me to save my keys, my home but most importantly my dog and my heart!

So all I have to say is that I might never do it again (and can't promise) but thank god I have great neighbours! 

Comments

[TheMadHouse]

We have lovely neighbours too and yes I used to leave the keys in the door, my way of stopping doing it was to consolidate mu house and car keys on to one ring!

[diney]

We have lovely neighbours = we were going to move house recently but decided not to because it was too hard to imagine life without these great folk. I've also left keys in door a few times - it's scary when you think about it later, especially with a much loved dog involved who could so easily have run out. Still, it would have saved you taking Nala for a walk later!

[Béa]

F@*&K t'es blonde !!!!! je comprends mieux maintenant, je pensais juste que tu étais une grande tête en l'air :)))

Moi mes voisins je les ai bien dressé !!! ils viennent arroser mes plantes pendant les vacances, ramasser le courrier et sortir la poubelle. Et lorsqu'ils partent à leur tour, nous faisons de même mais en plus nous profitons de leur piscine !!!! Ben oui on va pas gâcher :)))) Quel bon voisinage ;)
Bon ok de temps en temps j'ai envie de leur péter les dents parce qu'ils font trop de bruit ... mais quel bon voisinage !

[Holly@itsamummyslife]

When we lived in Clapham, before marriage and kids, we went away for the weekend and only when we got home on Sunday night did I realize I had left the back door unlocked. In fact I did that over Christmas one year too. I have also left keys in the front door when we lived on a very busy road near the tube in clapham. Basically I am totally crap with keys!

[Perfectly Happy Mum]

Great idea! Unfortunately for me I don't think it would work... I would probably leave the house AND car keys outside and not only get robbed of the house content but of the car too.. :)

[Perfectly Happy Mum]

Yes I see your point, as long as I am sure she comes back she can go on her own :) Thanks for following too x

[Perfectly Happy Mum]

Des voisins avec une piscine c'est clair ca se chouchoute :)

[Perfectly Happy Mum]

Same here, I suppose that's how we can sum it up :) Glad it is not just me then x