Date: 28 May 2009 19:00:05
...(see previous post), I thought I would tell you this little tale.
Last weekend I had invited some friends to dinner. Some arrived on time and we decided to enjoy our first chance of sitting in the garden as it was such a lovely evening. The disadvantage of this from my point of view was that I would not be able to hear the arrival of the second lot of guests. I left the front door open so that they could let themselves in and come through the house to find us.
I heard them as they entered the kitchen and went to greet them. T said, "We couldn't remember the house number so as the front door was open, we came in and saw some birthday cards on the mantelpiece. Once I'd looked inside one, I knew we were in the right house."
Hilarious! Good job I hadn't got round to adding them to the pile of cards from yesteryear... Can you imagine if they'd entered the wrong house and the owner chanced upon complete strangers reading his/her birthday cards?!