Sometimes in life, funny little things happen.
Like organising your parent-in-law’s holiday and accidentally flying them into a different city than stated, booking family accommodation for a stopover night in the wrong town, driving home without your lights on, or maybe driving home with your shoes on the roof etc. etc.
When there is a fairly lengthy supply of funny little things like that happening on a regular occurrence, well the day you throw your keys up on top of the roof of the house. It just feels like another day.
It was another day. Another day without my house keys.
When I asked a few people if by chance they had access to, say, maybe a cherry-picker? Most people followed that up by what the hell? How on earth did that even happen??
Mysteriously, that’s how. It was like a tiny winged elf grabbed hold of the said keys and whoosh, up they went. Right up to the top of the roof of the house.
Thankfully I had a spare set. (Which mind you, is only a new edition as I had got them cut after losing the same keys that were now on the roof. Where were they that time I hear you ask? Well to keep a ridiculous story brief, after 24 hours, lets just say they were under my nose all long.)
However they weren’t now. They were definitely 8 metres off the ground in an unseen guttering system attached to a questionable roof in the dark, with heavy rain now predicted.
The kids yelled in excitement and then we proceeded 10 different fairly useless methods of getting them back.
The keys weren’t budging. I couldn’t even guarantee they were there. I couldn’t hear them, or see them, but surely there was no other option right? For them not to be there, would be as crazy as arriving into a town for the night with all your tired family only to find out you had actually booked somewhere three hours south.
Of course that’s where the keys were. Which is how my lovely inventive neighbour managed to get them the following day. I’d asked for any suggestions he might have in retrieval. He assessed the situation, then disappeared into his garage for a time, rigging up a far more solid contraption then my broom-wire-coat-hangers contraption, and after 20 or so minutes of poking?
I hugged him with glee, pocketed the keys carefully and then gave him my current currency of gratitude. A pumpkin. While there are many currencies in which to say thank you so much for your time, thoughtfulness and energy. Home grown pumpkin is my current numero uno. They have been prized possessions, something grown with a lot of love and contentment over the summer months and are now sitting in storage ready to be eaten or passed onto with basketfuls of thanks as deemed warranted.
And boy was it warranted. As along with being able to access your own front door, you can’t put a price on wonderful neighbours who show unending kindness now can you.
This story has left me with more questions than answers 🤔 glad you have such creative neighbours
I’m very lucky to have those lovely neighbours! As for questions…add it to one of the mysteries of the world 🙂
The same way very expensive new thongs get discovered on the roof. Creative kids. Haha, you must of had my internal GPS on that night. What magnificent pumpkins!
I am pretty happy with those lovely pumpkins. Being those ones we have grown and being in such abundance. yes, it’s pretty exciting…as for new thongs on the roof, aaah, what can I say. I hear you Zena!
Oh dear, what a shamozzle! As Kate said, it’s left me with more questions than answers but still giggling! Lovely neighbours indeed.
Frequently episodes of chaos round here Brigitte 🙂
Here too, don’t worry! 🙂
Hooray for good neighbors and pumpkins!
I’m very lucky to have them Jane.