I nearly called this post 'The Healing Power of Laughter'. Emily, Sam and I have just laughed until we cried and it has made me feel so much better!
But to start at the beginning.
Emily (with new purple hair) is back for the weekend from university to celebrate her forthcoming 21st Birthday
I have been battling with the most revolting fluey cold and Emily caught it too. Sam was away working at his Saturday job and so feeling rather horrid, Emily and I decided to take to our beds.
I awoke to the sound of the kitchen door opening and called out ' Hi Sam'. When he came upstairs to my bedroom, he was doubled up laughing. Emily came down and then Sam explained what had happened...
( Emily and I made him show us what he'd done and I took photographs)
On arriving home he realised he had forgotten to put the spare key back in it's hiding place and despite ringing and calling out got no reply. The house was in darkness so he assumed we'd gone out and he was locked out. After 20 chilly minutes waiting outside for us to return he decided to be a little enterprising...
Firstly he tried to reach through the cat-flap to open the door-
Nearly there but not quite.... so he tried something else...
Even his trusty cricket bat couldn't help!
He was getting desperate now so this was his last and equally unsuccesful attempt-
By now Emily and I were crying with laughter.
Can you imagine the shock I would have had if I'd tottered downstairs all weak and light-headed and seen THAT coming through the cat-flap? A true " Honey I'm Home" moment!
Sam was not daunted. He is made of sterner mettle and extremely bendy and skinny, so-
He decided to climb through the tiny kitchen window, first prising it open with a pair of garden shears.
Because he is a good boy, he spent some time leaning in and moving everything he could from the window ledge and surrounding area, so nothing would get broken- I've brought up my house-breaking boy well!
You see, it's easy when you know how!
What made him laugh was the irony of him opening the back door to pick up his bag and coat left outside and on slamming it shut, hearing a weak voice from upstairs saying " Hi Sam, you're back late" and realising that I'd been at home all the time.
The morals of this tale are
1) Make sure you close every window ( however small) properly
2) Listen to your Mother when she tells you to return the spare key to its proper place
3) If feeling ill and sorry for yourself, get your son to break into your house and you will be much cheered up
But to start at the beginning.
Emily (with new purple hair) is back for the weekend from university to celebrate her forthcoming 21st Birthday
I have been battling with the most revolting fluey cold and Emily caught it too. Sam was away working at his Saturday job and so feeling rather horrid, Emily and I decided to take to our beds.
I awoke to the sound of the kitchen door opening and called out ' Hi Sam'. When he came upstairs to my bedroom, he was doubled up laughing. Emily came down and then Sam explained what had happened...
( Emily and I made him show us what he'd done and I took photographs)
On arriving home he realised he had forgotten to put the spare key back in it's hiding place and despite ringing and calling out got no reply. The house was in darkness so he assumed we'd gone out and he was locked out. After 20 chilly minutes waiting outside for us to return he decided to be a little enterprising...
Firstly he tried to reach through the cat-flap to open the door-
Nearly there but not quite.... so he tried something else...
Even his trusty cricket bat couldn't help!
He was getting desperate now so this was his last and equally unsuccesful attempt-
By now Emily and I were crying with laughter.
Can you imagine the shock I would have had if I'd tottered downstairs all weak and light-headed and seen THAT coming through the cat-flap? A true " Honey I'm Home" moment!
Sam was not daunted. He is made of sterner mettle and extremely bendy and skinny, so-
He decided to climb through the tiny kitchen window, first prising it open with a pair of garden shears.
Because he is a good boy, he spent some time leaning in and moving everything he could from the window ledge and surrounding area, so nothing would get broken- I've brought up my house-breaking boy well!
You see, it's easy when you know how!
What made him laugh was the irony of him opening the back door to pick up his bag and coat left outside and on slamming it shut, hearing a weak voice from upstairs saying " Hi Sam, you're back late" and realising that I'd been at home all the time.
The morals of this tale are
1) Make sure you close every window ( however small) properly
2) Listen to your Mother when she tells you to return the spare key to its proper place
3) If feeling ill and sorry for yourself, get your son to break into your house and you will be much cheered up
Hello Jane! The pictures of Sam's cat flap attempts really made me laugh! So funny! It reminds me of the time Lenny, my son, managed to "fish" a set of keys from the shelf of my dresser actually using a long fishing rod!
ReplyDeleteSince that happened, I made sure the garage door was firmly locked every evening, as leaving all those tools within the reach of a burglar, is not a good idea!
Well... good job it was only Sam! Just you think, it could have been the man from Cape Fear!
Happy end of weekend!
Love
ANNA
PS: I bought a lovely black corset!
XXX
Hi Anna, We have similar mad, wonderful sons! Aren't we lucky?
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you've bought a corset, they make you feel amazing, feminine and so sexy!
Love Jane xxx
I had forgotten how much fun having a teenage son could be. You should be very proud of him; his problem-solving skills will carry him far. Just be sure he keeps his breaking-and-entering expertise confined to family property.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it brought back happy memories. I've found having teenagers great fun. I don't think Sam would make a good burglar, he'd be laughing too much!Jane xx
DeleteAren't teenage sons so funny? Mine is now 20 but he still makes me laugh all the time.
ReplyDeleteYou are so right Carol, I never laugh so much as when the children are at home together, it's such a brilliant feeling! Jane xx
DeleteThat is hilarious and sobering all at the same time. It just goes to show how easy breaking and entering is! I've heard that actual burglars will use fishing rods to reach quite distantly placed keys and so I keep them out of sight now.
ReplyDeleteSeveral years ago a team of burglars were working our area and enetering homes when people were in them or in the garden. I lost all my rings. It was amazingly upsetting at the time but has left me feeling a little bit- 'if they want to get in they will'. So I try not to get too worried now. But I will lock that window in future! Jane xx
DeleteI love the title, too - a secure home!! Very funny reenactment. Makes me wonder, though, about our doggie door. Diane Thank you for your kind comments about my mother, Jane.
ReplyDeleteHello Diane, Don't worry, even skinny Sam couldn't get through the cat flap! Sending you extra love at yor sad time , Jane xx
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