Day 1012 Never leave home without it.

Pete and Kelli’s social distance day 62

18th May 2020

“Cameron has lock himself out of his apartment” Kelli said, walking into the garage after returning from doing some errands.

“Can we go and break in and get them, his car keys are there as well”

“No, I’m not doing that without him” I said.

“Why, what difference will that make” questioned Kelli.

“Because I don’t fancy getting arrested by the police for breaking and entering” I said, adding, “I don’t think it would go down well with my residency, if I get a criminal record whilst it’s being processed”

“Good point” she conceded.

When Cameron finished work we drove round to collect him. We all wore our masks, we’re never sure about the crazy people he might get around with.

I had taken a collection of putty knives with me. I have to stress that I have never broken into anywhere in my life, so I wasn’t sure what I was expected to do.

I looked at the door, and yes it was locked. Kelli suggested that I use the most flexible knife to slip down between the jam and the door. That would have meant that the knife would need to bend through ninety degrees, and there was no way that would happen. So I looked for another way.

I noticed there was a slight gap between the jam and the doorframe, just enough for the thinnest knife to slip underneath.

I pushed the knife in, and it went all the way, but there was a nail hindering movement.

Kelli moved forward, took the knife, wiggled it about and bingo the door was open “Fingers” Kelli had struck again.

Of course she took all the credit, even though it was my idea initially, but I’m modest enough to give it to her.

She reminded me of all the times when she had locked herself out of her home in the past, and had to use something to slip the lock, often it was a credit card.

It was the only time she had ever used it without buying something.

Earlier in the day the postman had struggled up the driveway with a large brown box. I could see him as I ate my breakfast. I mentioned it to Kelli who looked blank.

“ I’m not expecting a parcel” she answered.

“Well it’s a big box, and it won’t be for me” I said.

She went out and picked it up from outside the front door. She laid it on the kitchen worktop. It measured about eighteen inches cubed.

“I don’t know what this is” she said innocently, cutting the packaging tape.

Lifting the flap, there was a look of realisation.

“Oh it’s the rugs I ordered” she squealed.

Pulling them out and chucking them down on the floor.

“Terrific” I said.