Good Neighbours

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I locked myself out of the flat today while alone at home. It happens about three times a year and is usually solved by presenting myself forlornly before either my husband or my sister (who keeps a spare key for us) wherever in town either of them happens to be. One memorable bank holiday weekend I had to transport myself to my husband’s place of work and call him out of his ward round two days in a row.

Only this time, as I stood helplessly on the wrong side of my front door, I realised that everyone I could call upon was unavailable for a variety of reasons. I had no phone, no car key, no sister or husband within a 300-mile radius, and seemingly no way of getting back into the flat.

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I knocked at my opposite neighbour’s door and told her my sorry tale. To cut a long story short, she fed me a delicious lunch, and meanwhile let me use her phone to call my parents, who put me onto my sister, who got in touch with her work colleague, who retrieved my sister’s own spare flat key from its hiding place and left it in an envelope for me at her office reception, which I walked round and collected, then walked to my sister’s flat, let myself in, and retrieved my own spare key from its hiding place before walking back home and letting myself back into my own flat.

Phew.

So I picked this posy of sweetpeas, Verbena rigida, marigolds, ammi, and my single last cornflower as a thank you to my neighbour, who was so kind, helpful and sympathetic, and whom I was very pleased to get to know a little better in conversation over lunch.

In a Vase on Monday is hosted by Cathy at Rambling in the Garden; do visit her page and see hers and links to many other beautiful vases created by all those who join in with this wonderful challenge.

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  1. Your photographs are superb. Is photography another passion? Amelia

  2. Oops, an enforced garden tour created some excellent results and a happy neighbor!

  3. Hmm, three times a year, Joanna – don’t you think that’s just a bit TOO often? Perhaps you need to take yourself in hand and wonder how and why you do it? One of these days there might not be a neighbour either… What a brilliant network you have for sorting a key out normally though and what a novel way of getting to know your neighbour 😉 The resultant little posy is very pretty – especially those sweet peas! Thank you for sharing 🙂

    • Yes, and that’s not counting all the less complicated times I lock myself out when the Brazilian IS at home to let me in again. Dare I admit… right after I’d posted this vase I went back outside to wash and vacuum the car, and did it again! Thankfully this time the power lead was coming out of the open kitchen window, through which I was able to shimmy headfirst back in.
      Oh, I have thought long and hard about the hows and whys, without reaching a sensible conclusion. Any psychotherapists out there?

      • Oh Joanna, did you laugh whenyou realised you had done it again..? Your flat is obviously on the ground floor 😉 How do you feel when you realise you have locked yourself out? Presumably not in a state of panic if you are frequently doing it – and trusting that there will always be someone you can turn to? Saying that, Elder Daughter does it often too and they have installed a key cabinet outside (well, it’s in their unlocked garage) with a code to access the key.

      • No I certainly did not laugh, Cathy! I wanted to cry! And to avoid buzzing my neighbour again at all costs. I really do think I have some kind of brain damage, perhaps sustained as a child when some kind of tumble resulted in damage to my Door Key lobe. A key safe is a great idea. Or have fifty sets cut like Holly Golightly did.

      • Ha! That’s an alternative I had forgotten. Meanwhile, the Golfer obsessively takes his keys whether going in the garden or out elsewhere after an incident before my time…

  4. I enjoyed your story, as well as you vase. I always worry about getting locked out. I think my husband hid a key somewhere for use in an emergency but, as I’ve no clue where that may be, I expect I’d spend hours rummaging in a possibly vain effort to find it.

  5. I think your posy is beautiful and a lovely ‘thank you’ for your neighbour. Glad you managed to get back indoors within the same day!

  6. I’m glad there was a happy ending! I remember having to break into my own house once, by smashing a small pane of glass in the back door. How was I going to explain that away if a stranger came up the public footpath at the wrong moment? It’s not just you..

  7. I love your posy, what a lovely thank you present for your kind neighbour. I have locked myself out before now. And had to break into my own house. Not in this house though. A previous owner here was an old lady and she had a key safe fitted. Perhaps this is what you need.

  8. What an adventure. Here’s to good neighbors. A key around your neck from now on? The posy is cheerful and lovely.

  9. So lucky to have a kind neighbour. And I’m sure she appreciated your beautiful posy. I was locked out last week when I walked over to my potting shed. My daughter thought I’d gone out and locked up before driving off. Luckily I’ve got a kettle and a radio in my shed, so was quite comfortable for several hours.

  10. Oh, my, what an ordeal! But as you pointed out, you became better acquainted with your neighbor, who received one of your lovely bouquets! Maybe you need to find one of those faux rocks that are key keepers, or am I being a naive country gal?

  11. Making an awkward incident a good thing 😉 Nice neighbors are wonderful, and it looks like that goes both ways with your lovely posy!

  12. An enjoyable tale about your lovely posy this week… I do hope you find a solution to your key problem! Beautiful photos. 🙂

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