I had a wonderful day yesterday, I was browsing round the Wharf, drinking coffee in the sun & admiring the irresistible eastern European waitresses. I returned home to my pad & threw my possessions on my couch in a rather leisurely manner. Then I rushed out this morning ready to face another day at work, bag, lunch & gym kit in hand etc. I managed to get halfway down the road before I noticed something wasnt quite the ticket- Chaps, Ive locked myself out! I always used to laugh at the idiots who could do such a stupid thing, my neighbour has locked himself out twice since Ive been living here, now it seems I am to join him in the ranks of foolishness. I think I left the keys on my settee, Ill try & ring my landlord to check if he has a spare, but if not Im certainly in a slight spot of poo! I live on the 3rd floor, have double glazing, all the windows & naturally the doors are shut. How on earth do I get back in Your rather troubled servant, ~D.C.