snapper_37
Barbara Woodhouse's Love Child
- Location
- Wolves
I asked my uncle to drop in our house yesterday to take the pooch for a walk. Her usual dog sitters are selfishly sunning themselves on holiday.
We arranged to leave the key under the green wheelie. Silly I know but it was short notice.
I assumed my uncle still remembered what number we lived at ...... cue a lesson in never assuming again....
I got in last night and all was well, doggy fine and then the phone rang. It was my uncle asking if the dog was ok. Then the conversation went like this:
Me 'Yes she's fine, was you ok with her ?'
Unc 'Yes but she piddled when I came in but I cleaned it up'.
Me 'Told you to ignore her until she'd gone outside for a wee' (she gets excited)
Unc 'Anyway, I thought I'd tell you I could've robbed houses in your street today'.
Me 'Why's that?'
Unc 'Well the front of your house looks different to how I remembered it'.
So now I start to get a bit sweaty-palmed....
Me 'Well, we've had a new door but that's about it, why?'
Unc 'Because I spent 15 minutes walking around number 82 looking for the dog. It was only when I went upstairs and saw a kid's bedroom that I realised I was in the wrong house'.
Me 'What!!!!!'
Unc 'Whoever lives there also had a key under the green bin and I thought it was your house'.
Me 'shoot!!!!'
Unc 'Yes, my heart was in my gob locking the door up when I left'.
Now.... I know the people who live in the house and the male counterpart is fairly tasty looking - works out ... a lot. Pleasant enough and we get on but he doesn't suffer fools gladly.
My moral dillema is whether I should tell him that a complete stranger let himself in his house and has been through every room or keep completely and utterly zipped?
We arranged to leave the key under the green wheelie. Silly I know but it was short notice.
I assumed my uncle still remembered what number we lived at ...... cue a lesson in never assuming again....
I got in last night and all was well, doggy fine and then the phone rang. It was my uncle asking if the dog was ok. Then the conversation went like this:
Me 'Yes she's fine, was you ok with her ?'
Unc 'Yes but she piddled when I came in but I cleaned it up'.
Me 'Told you to ignore her until she'd gone outside for a wee' (she gets excited)
Unc 'Anyway, I thought I'd tell you I could've robbed houses in your street today'.
Me 'Why's that?'
Unc 'Well the front of your house looks different to how I remembered it'.
So now I start to get a bit sweaty-palmed....
Me 'Well, we've had a new door but that's about it, why?'
Unc 'Because I spent 15 minutes walking around number 82 looking for the dog. It was only when I went upstairs and saw a kid's bedroom that I realised I was in the wrong house'.
Me 'What!!!!!'
Unc 'Whoever lives there also had a key under the green bin and I thought it was your house'.
Me 'shoot!!!!'
Unc 'Yes, my heart was in my gob locking the door up when I left'.
Now.... I know the people who live in the house and the male counterpart is fairly tasty looking - works out ... a lot. Pleasant enough and we get on but he doesn't suffer fools gladly.
My moral dillema is whether I should tell him that a complete stranger let himself in his house and has been through every room or keep completely and utterly zipped?
effing hell, it's BOAB!!! Talking of Jesus and other persons of fokelore.... how are you??
