BLOG #11: If you like take aways, read this

Last week Jane* invited me round for dinner. She sent me her address and said to get there for 7.30. She also gave me the heads up that her flat was on the 5th floor and the lift was out of order with the novel request 'Bring a bottle and some adrenaline'. Armed with my trusty A-Z and her address I set off for North London. I arrived on time, rang the door bell and... well nothing. For a very long time. The buzzer was broken. Oh no... Normally I'd just give her a bell... ha, see what i did there.

Ok, no worries, someone else who lives here will turn up. I'll just explain my predicament. I look trust worthy right?

5 minutes later

No one's come. This might not work. Perhaps I should try to find a pay phone. No - I'm in the arse of no where - someone will come. I've just got to be patient.

10 minutes later (not that I was clock watching at all)

Is everyone at Christmas parties tonight?? Why is no one coming home? Jane is obviously assuming I'm running late. I wonder how long it'll take her to realise I just need letting in?

10 minutes later and a chapter of Breaking Dawn later...

OK instincts do your thing please. What would my Dad do? He'd chuck pebbles up at the window of course. I looked up and cringed. My overarm is appauling at the best of times, the idea of reaching the 5th floor is so utterly ludicrous I almost laughed outloud for even considering it.

No! No laughing Leonie. Must act 'normal' in case anyone ever does turn up to this deathly quiet block of flats. No one with any sense will let a loon in.

5 minutes later....

Finally Jane comes to the door and rescues me from my despair, 'What are you doing out here?'
'Um your doorbell is broken'
'Oh Leo, how long have you been waiting?'
'Um about half an hour'
'Oh my god, I'm soooo sorry. Come in come in. We've got mulled wine, it'll warm you up'...

.... Well, I don't mind if I do :0)

MORAL OF THE STORY
Test your doorbell every so often - you never know, next time it might be a take away delivery man with less patience. Now that would be bad times.

*Name changed to conceal identity of a mortified friend