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Yesterday evening, I was upset, annoyed, and generally not in a very good mood. Alexis has called to say the front door was jammed, she couldn't open it, and would I get back home as soon as possible. I figured it'd just need some brute force to get it unlocked, no problem, get in, have dinner, get on with the rest of the evening.
Instead, the door really is jammed. Eventually we get a locksmith in (£70), who declares that the lock is dead beyond repair, at least as far as opening it from the outside is concerned. I'd have to go to a local locksmith's shop to get a new lock in the morning. Obviously this meant I couldn't even leave for work until well after 9am, after I'd been to the locksmith's - I couldn't send Alexis, as she'd not be able to get back in the flat unless there was someone still there!
I wasn't happy with this; I'm trying to build up my flex-time balance, and would rather not have to get to work late. I'd rather get in early - which for me is between 8 and 8.30.
In the end, I decided I'd call in sick and not go to work at all. Just as well, I guessed, because the locksmith decided he could repair the lock (a new one would've set me back £120!), and I'd have to come back in a couple of hours to pick it up. So I'd not have been able to make it in to work at all anyway, at least not until the afternoon.
Then I got back from the locksmith's - about 9.30 - and Alexis told me the news. All of a sudden... well, I'd have got in to work fine. I'd be looking at a packed Thameslink train to Mill Hill Broadway and a bus (or a cab, or even a walk) to get home.
It looks like the Tube (at least, those lines where there aren't bomb-wrecked trains in tunnels) will be working again tomorrow morning. The rest of London is getting back to normal already.
The past couple of days have been surreal.
And then we go and beat the Aussies!
Instead, the door really is jammed. Eventually we get a locksmith in (£70), who declares that the lock is dead beyond repair, at least as far as opening it from the outside is concerned. I'd have to go to a local locksmith's shop to get a new lock in the morning. Obviously this meant I couldn't even leave for work until well after 9am, after I'd been to the locksmith's - I couldn't send Alexis, as she'd not be able to get back in the flat unless there was someone still there!
I wasn't happy with this; I'm trying to build up my flex-time balance, and would rather not have to get to work late. I'd rather get in early - which for me is between 8 and 8.30.
In the end, I decided I'd call in sick and not go to work at all. Just as well, I guessed, because the locksmith decided he could repair the lock (a new one would've set me back £120!), and I'd have to come back in a couple of hours to pick it up. So I'd not have been able to make it in to work at all anyway, at least not until the afternoon.
Then I got back from the locksmith's - about 9.30 - and Alexis told me the news. All of a sudden... well, I'd have got in to work fine. I'd be looking at a packed Thameslink train to Mill Hill Broadway and a bus (or a cab, or even a walk) to get home.
It looks like the Tube (at least, those lines where there aren't bomb-wrecked trains in tunnels) will be working again tomorrow morning. The rest of London is getting back to normal already.
The past couple of days have been surreal.
And then we go and beat the Aussies!
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