A Day in the Life

I wasn't going to tell anyone.
Especially since its terribly embarassing, and you may mock me, and/or lose respect for me as a responsible adult...which is probably what I would do if I were the one reading this, and not writing it.
Today is the second day of my exile from my home. And by home I mean the boarding house where I stay. See, on St. Steven's Day (read: Boxing Day) when I got home from climbing the Galtee Mountains (that will be another post altogether...and be excited because it's filled with adventure as well)I stumbled into my room and dropped everything just to get into a hot shower so I could feel my toes again. Afterwards I tidied my hugely messy room.
Somewhere in that time period, my house key went missing.
A half-hour before I had to leave again I started looking for it. I looked EVERYWHERE. In pockets, in drawers, in the kitchen, in the bed, in boxes and bags; I crawled around on my hands and knees! NO KEY.
Suddenly there was someone waiting for me outside, and I stupidly thought, "Well I will just have to ring the doorbell to get back in tonight, and then I will have to get a spare in the morning."
LITTLE DID I KNOW.
Apparently everyone else in the house has taken advantage of the holidays to evacuate the premises.
So when Mary brought me home that night, no one was there to let me in, and she kindly offered to let me stay at their place for the night.
Feeling very, VERY, foolish for imposing myself on their family, I slept in borrowed pyjamas and a bright pink Disney princess room.
In the morning I tried again.
Still no one home.
Everyone is probably out for the rest of the weekend.
So, feeling very homeless and bedraggled, I have taken up residence in the empty home of Sam and Karen while they are away to the North. (Yeah, I asked permission!)
Ironically I have their housekey, but not my own.
Luckily I have my phone, my wallet, and my camera with extra batteries with me. All the necessities of life.
I don't have any change of clothes, my own toothbrush, or anything to make me feel remotely less grungy and homeless than I am.
But it could be worse. I could be wearing my contacts.
I'm trying to think of it as an adventure, but all I'm really doing it watching tv and wistfully hoping that someone would answer when I phone the house.
This is driving me CRAZY. I'm trying to think of where the heck I could have put that key! It'll probably turn up somewhere REALLY obvious, and this being a small town/community, everyone I know will probably know that I locked myself out and when it DOES turn up they will ask where it was and I will have to describe to them just how stupid I really am.
Oh joy.