So one afternoon came back home from a long day out with my mum and my daughter, three generations.
Got my keys, I was dying to got to the toilet and the baby was beginning to be hungry, you can imagine the urgency.
Surprise, Surprise! My key would not open the door, I struggled for about 15 minutes before I decided it was time to call someone. My first attempt was this hardware store, which surprised me as it has a quite a lot to offer in such tiny premises. I think the seller saw my angst because his first question was; 'are you o.k?' I nodded.
I explained the situation and he said it would cost me about £80 to have the door opened, I couldn't believe my ears! Apparently weekend rates are even worse...
I felt he really wanted to help me, but when I thought of my second idea (to ring the estate agents, hopefully they were open and had a key), I said; 'thank you but that is too much' and then he responded by saying that if left it for longer it would be too late, as the locksmith might go on another job. As he finished with his sentence I felt as if he was giving an ultimatum, now or never! I didn't like that so I left. He did however, offered to file my key which could have helped (it didn't, but he did that for free).
Fortunately, my second idea turned out to be the best idea (read the review for Dexters to find out how this story unravelled) read more