Right, I dont know about everyone else but when my mobile rings at midnight and I see its the son calling, I tend to panic. Heres what happened last night( this morning)
Mobile rings, Its 11 minutes past midnight, I check and see it is son no 2!!
Me : Hello??
Son: Mum hey sorry to wake you but could you open the door, I cant find my house keys
Me: yeah yeah ok.
I stumble out of my room, cursing him but thankful it isnt a dire emergency and open the door for for him.
Me: what happened to your keys
son: Dont know I must have left it at the Squash centre
Son: Where is the spare key?
Me, peering in the dark at my key tray : Er here, oh shit I gave it to Lina (the lovely Lina comes to clean my place)
Trust me, at midnight my sleepy brain isnt working so well and it didnt click that I had to have a key to leave the flat.
Son: Can i get your keys, I have to go out again
Me: Huh! now! then how am i going to work? and wont you need the keys when you go to work?
Son: er yah er so you wake me up before you leave
Me, looking at him and wishing he wasnt so big so that I could smack him once on his bloody bottom: Wake you up? Will you wake up so early to lock the bloody door, as you are probably going to be out all night!
I gave him my bunch of keys, then as he started to take out the single key for our front door, out of my bunch of keys, he said
Son: shit hang on I think I put my keys in the other pocket in my bag!!
and sure enough there they were!