Storm Francis was blowing…
And we decided we would go out for tea. Sadly the only places to eat were outside so we came home.
Unfortunately we had locked ourselves out but Jane came to the rescue. I climbed onto a wall and then up onto the balcony where, ever security conscious, we had left the door unlocked. I let myself in and then went downstairs and let the men in!

I like to think if I had had my knitting with me I could have quickly knitted up a rope or the like to make it easierπ
We ordered in pizzas for tea π
Anyway the wind has died down today and the sun is trying to come out. Back to knitting on the balconyπ

Woolly wishes,
Jane β‘β‘β‘
Another holiday experience for you to file away in the old memory banks. Thinking of this incident later in your life will give your pleasure.
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And remind me not to let anyone else take responsibility for the key π
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I imagine your needles working so fast to make a rope and get up there “mission impossible” style, then ripping it to make a spare key π Glad you’re ok
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Thank you. And finally unravelling it to make a jumper or a blanket π
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Yes, that could be nice this time of year π
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And leaving the needles in for a makeshift grappling hook?
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I like your thinking π
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Good idea haha
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Oh my goodness! π
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Indeed π
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