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Wednesday, 12 August 2009

I hate climbing.

Today I got home from work half an hour early, only to get INTO the house the same time as I would have had it been a normal day.

I had to climb in the fucking window.

Mum decided to go out, lock the door and leave no note, so upon arriving home at 14:30 the only thing open was the living room window.

I had to drag the garden table all the way across the garden to underneath the window, then drag the bench too and put it ON the table, then use a bucket to climb on the table, then the bench and then through the window.

I am not ammused. You have no idea how heavy that table was. Or that bench.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hehe :P. if it was in trollhättan and it was me, everybody would think that i was a burglar xD.