Goldfish brain

This is the sight that greeted me when I arrived home tonight.
Mr A left for work at lunch time, so me arriving home at 5pm to a wide open door was a sickening ‘oh shit’ moment.

A quick scoot round the house showed nothing was missing, (my bar of chocolate was still on the coffee table) I did however find Mr A’s door keys still in the lock.

Fortunately, we live on a secluded street and have cctv so we could watch burglars rob us and very luckily, nothing untoward had happened in the hours since Mr A left.

It seems my gorgeous (but goldfish brained) husband, had left the door open with the intention of putting his drone (which was in the case in the porch) back in the garage, but got distracted moving a wheelie bin before setting off in his van.

So he’s had a rollicking for being a ditsy blonde there’s only room for one of those in this house and it’s a lesson learned to be more careful in future :-0

DQ x