It had been a good night out, and although I wasn't drunk because I'm waaaaay too sensible for that, I must confess, I'd had just a lil too much to drink and was feeling tipsy.

We'd done the pub crawl and a nightclub and now I was home, and glad to be. It was quite cold and in about 20 minutes, after a coffee and a wash, I'd be snuggled up under my duvet. WRONG!!!!!

I put my hand in my bag to retrieve my key and...........nothing!!
Yep, in my haste to get out, I'd left the key in the door, on the inside and dropped the latch, Oh F**K!!

Well, not to worry, mum had a spare key to my house, I'd just call her and she would send my stepfather over with it.......simple. Except that after looking at my watch I saw that it was nearly 3am. Hell, that was a good night.

Now the question was.........dare I call at this time in a morning? What if she was so pissed off that she refused to let my stepfather come out to me?

I walked around the house looking for another way in. The bathroom window was open, so I could just climb up the drainpipe, I'd done it before and It was easy enough. Hmmm.... but I was 12 years old at the time.
And besides, I don't think white boots with a 4 inch heel and a white mini skirt was the best attire for climbing drainpipes.
Just the very thought of the sight of me doing a Spiderman impersonation in that 'get up' started the giggles.

I had no alternative, I had to call Mum. A cunning plan was forming in my head, I would call my little Brother because he would still be up studying as he always was, and he could wake her, then by the time she spoke to me, she might not be so annoyed.

I tried to compose myself before I dialled his mobile number, if I wanted help, I was going to have to sound apologetic and humble, but as soon as I started to explain my predicament, the giggles started again.
As sods law goes, he had decided to have an early night so understandably wasn't too happy at being disturbed and told me so, adding that I should be more responsible, Ouch!!

Five minutes went by and Mum called me back to let me know that my Stepfather was on his way....... and that I should be more responsible.
Huh? only a week earlier she was telling me that I should stop being so good.

I went to sit on the front doorstep to wait, but as I lowered myself, I hadn't taken into account the fact that the step was about 2 inches high and my heels were 4 inches, so as my butt hit the step, I went over backwards and my legs went up in the air.
This made me laugh even more, I put my hands over my mouth in an effort to stifle it, but too late, I'd woken the next door neighbour up. She peered disaprovingly through the curtains and I could just imagine what she was thinking.........Irresponsible!

By the time my Stepfather arrived, I had managed to gain control of the giggles, well at least until he had handed the key over. I gave him my most appreciative smile, thanked him very much, and walked away, laughing again.

So I just want to say....... Mum, I'm sorry!!
And yes, you were right, after waking up you, my Stepfather, my Brother AND my Neighbour, I should have been more responsible...... at the age of 41.

p.s. Will you look after my spare key??