Trapped in my own apartment.....

Ding Dong!

The doorbell rings. I dash to pick up my keys to open the door and........WHERE ARE MY KEYS?????

Damn it! I left them in our car last night. What to do.....what to do (considering I am meant to be going out to meet people at the coffee shop in 20 minutes....)

*Thinking* *Thinking* *Thinking*

OH! Our landlord gave us a brown paper bag of keys when we moved in. Could one of them be a spare?

I run to check and.....

Ta Dah!!!! A spare key to open the door. Yippee!!! Yippee!!! Yippee!!!

I can go out after all.

That wasn't bad thinking (on my part) considering my brain has barely worked since falling pregnant :)

Oh well, off I go to the coffee shop.....

Bye :)