Heh.

Got a call from Harriett yesterday about her computer – apparently it was running ‘weird’ and could I take a look at it?

So I picked it up, updated a few bits and delivered it back last night. Decided to go for a quick pint before going home, so I left the car on Harriett’s drive while I wandered to the Tudor (it’s literally a stone’s throw from her house).

Just got my pint when my phone rang – Harriett.

“Where are you?” says she,

“In the bar having a beer.” was my reply.

“Oh…I’ve locked myself in Phoebe’s bedroom – can you come and let me out please?”

*Giggle, giggle, giggle* “Yes, of course I can – be there in a couple of minutes…” said I trying not to laugh TOO much.

And so the brave adventurer once again wandered up East Street and without a thought for his own safety (OK, I’m allowed a little artistic license) opened the bedroom door.

Oh, and took a picture 🙂 :

And the damsel was grateful – which was nice, I couldn’t stop laughing 🙂

Shame the picture is a little blurry – but you have to understand I had one instant to take it.

Off to Milan on Saturday morning – Harriett’s offered to drive us there but I’m not certain – she’s not too good at getting up early and this means a 4am start to get to Heathrow (it’ll be my first time inside Terminal 5 – seen it loads of times from the M25, but never been inside yet).

EDIT: Damn coffee machine is giving out half measures – could be a long day…