Now the old shed has been re-mantled, we needed to get all the shelving back in. This necessitated unlocking the back gate, and locking the backdoor while we were out.
Severa trips round the corner to our garage, and we had all the shelving in the driveway. We then moved it into the garden and into the shed. As I came through with the final shelf unit, I padlocked the gate behind me.
Then I realised I didn't have a key to get in the back door.
And I didn't have the padlock key to get out of the gate.
DH was blissfully ignorant of the dilemma as he was busy Arranging Shelving. I knew he had the front door key, but nothing else.
I stood for a moment, playing the inevitable argument in my mind. I knew what I was going to have to do, and I decided it'd be better for our marriage if I did it without DH watching (and moaning).
I got the green wheelie bin and lined it up with the fence.
I needed something to get on to, to then get on to the wheelie bin lid.
I eyed up the old black recycling box, but didn't think it would take my weight. I decided to get one of the garden chairs..but I was lucky enough to see a small stepladder, abandoned on the concrete.
So, I was able to climb the step ladder and get on to the bin, then lift the stepladder over the fence (thank goodness it was aluminium), and then heave myself over. The trailer was in the driveway, and was kind of in the way, but I managed to get the steps fairly firm albeit at a funny angle.
I was now in the driveway, and realised I hadn't got the front door key from DH.
I cursed. I called him. He didn't hear me.
I thought about bellowing, but I can't abide fishwifery.
The neigbours weren't in. I didn't have my phone. I leant against DH's car and waited.
I considered reversing the process, but I really am too old for this sort of thing.
I decided to climb the ladder to and to cal from there...when DH appeared in the garden.
Oblivious.
I leant on the trailer, and waited.
