Locked out

I learnt an important lesson today, never make assumptions.

T and I popped out to pick up a prescription and some groceries just before lunch. We got home 40 minutes later and I was eager to get T indoors out of the cold. I started looking in my bag for my keys. Of course, on the one of the coldest days of the month so far, they were nowhere to be found.

It suddenly dawned on me that my keys weren’t in my bag. Instead, they were on the dining table, next to my laptop and my mobile phone.

At first I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know my husband’s work or mobile number off by heart so I figured I’d just have to dump the groceries and make my way into central London to his office to borrow his keys.

I was really fortunate that T was very patient, despite the fact she was supposed to be eating lunch and it was so cold. We got to my husband’s office and of course he was out at lunch, without his phone either, but one of his colleagues was able to track the group down and pass on the message.

T was thrilled to see her daddy and didn’t want to leave but by the time we were on the journey home she had forgotten about lunch and fallen asleep.

I was exhausted but I guess it could have been worse. I have absolutely no idea what I would have done if my husband wasn’t around.

Photo credit: The Truth About

November 25, 2010. Mistakes.