I went swimming, and for once, forgot to take door keys.
So while waiting for the bus, I phoned dh to see whether he was at home. Phoned 3 times, no reply - and NB dh is almost permanently glued to his phone. He hadn’t told me he was going anywhere, let alone anywhere he’d have to switch his phone off, e.g. dentist, so I did start to wonder.
Got home, rang doorbell insistently, no reply, so got seriously worried on seeing that a front downstairs window was open - and dh is fanatical about security, would certainly have closed it if he was going out.
By now seriously worried that he was lying on the floor having had a heart attack. Tried to climb in the front window, hopeless, not skinny or agile enough, but managed to borrow a garden chair from a neighbour and just about managed to climb and squeeze in.
Went upstairs in fear and trembling - dh was on the bed, having a nap with his phone off!!!
Talk about phew!! I won’t be forgetting my keys again!
