There was a Surrey Swans meeting last Sunday (October 28th).
I enjoyed the evening a lot. Here I am with Laura. You can just see Emma in the background.
There are some more pictures on the Surrey Swans blog page here.
During the evening I chatted a while with Laura, who recounted this tale of recent events:
I (that is Laura) was hanging out some washing outside my flat. Dressed in an unusually short skirt, stockings and heels, amongst other things.
Whilst doing this I heard someone putting some rubbish in the bin, just round the corner out of sight.
I thought nothing of it until I got to the communal back door. Whoever had been emptying the rubbish had found the door open and not noticing me hanging out the washing had closed the door and bolted it.
There I was. A shorter than usual skirt, heels, stockings and things.
And I couldn’t get in.
I (Andrea) am not sure how unusually short the skirt was. But, in the circumstances, I might well have gulped a little as well. As it was, the thought just made me smile.
“I looked up at the fence round the back yard”, she told me.
“How high is it … maybe 5 feet?” I asked.
“It’s taller than me, even in heels” says Laura. “Well above my head.”
That might make it almost 7 feet tall.
“I thought about climbing over it” says she.
“That would be a sight worth vide-recording” says I, thinking of the sight of Laura in a shorter than usual skirt, stockings and heels climbing a 7 feet high fence.
“But then, I spotted a guy at the window of one of the flats and signalled him and asked him if he could let me in. And he did.”
And so Laura managed to get back in again without climbing any fences at all.
The moral of the story is, of course:
if you see a door that is left open …
and if you decide to close it and bolt it without checking if anyone is going to be locked out …
then please let me (Andrea) know so that I can get out the video recorder and capture the moment of anyone in an unusually short skirt, stockings and heels that is attempting to climb over a 7 feet high fence
Thanks for sharing the story Laura … the thought still makes me smile
Oh … and hello Elina. You know who you are and you are a sweetie!