I once stayed in a flat where everyone went in and out via a front bedroom window. The main door had jammed solid and we just got used to it, including the girl whose room it was. It was a basement. Seemed normal after a while. Didn't stop big nights out either! We were younger then.
Haha. Reminds me of when I was a teenager and forgot/lost my first floor flat keys for the nth time and was too scared to tell my father. Had to go into the fruit shop downstairs and ask if I could go out through their back door, over a high fence to the back stairs to our flat. Then, clamber over a railing to undo the safety catch on the bathroom window suspended in mid-air (a 20 foot drop at least) and shimmy in through a narrow opening landing on my hands round the toilet and ease myself down to the floor. Dangerous and comical as the pet poodle, Pepe, came enthusiastically to greet me yapping all the while🐩🤣
The worst thing about it was I always ripped my tights!
My goodness, Susan. Elegantly executed and vividly described. A truly gripping narrative. Tommy's adventures pale by comparison. Very glad you survived, and so was Pepe. Clearly!
That's fine as long as neighbours don't report it to the Police! In the late 70s I shared a basement flat in Great King Street and, not having my keys I went that way. Took a bit of explaining .... and feeling very silly.
Yes, it's a weighty, waiting game for Tommy at present. But HEY ! Are you so sure that Toolie and Vera would be SO angry at you destroying that horrible old piece of furniture ? ¿ ? !
"we agree to leave via the window"🤣 Big night oot!
I once stayed in a flat where everyone went in and out via a front bedroom window. The main door had jammed solid and we just got used to it, including the girl whose room it was. It was a basement. Seemed normal after a while. Didn't stop big nights out either! We were younger then.
Haha. Reminds me of when I was a teenager and forgot/lost my first floor flat keys for the nth time and was too scared to tell my father. Had to go into the fruit shop downstairs and ask if I could go out through their back door, over a high fence to the back stairs to our flat. Then, clamber over a railing to undo the safety catch on the bathroom window suspended in mid-air (a 20 foot drop at least) and shimmy in through a narrow opening landing on my hands round the toilet and ease myself down to the floor. Dangerous and comical as the pet poodle, Pepe, came enthusiastically to greet me yapping all the while🐩🤣
The worst thing about it was I always ripped my tights!
Wow, that sounds utterly scary and hilarious, Susan😅So glad you survived! X
My goodness, Susan. Elegantly executed and vividly described. A truly gripping narrative. Tommy's adventures pale by comparison. Very glad you survived, and so was Pepe. Clearly!
That's fine as long as neighbours don't report it to the Police! In the late 70s I shared a basement flat in Great King Street and, not having my keys I went that way. Took a bit of explaining .... and feeling very silly.
Yes, it's a weighty, waiting game for Tommy at present. But HEY ! Are you so sure that Toolie and Vera would be SO angry at you destroying that horrible old piece of furniture ? ¿ ? !