I despair.
My brother has just knocked on my door and rather sheepishly explained that he'll have to stay with me until Monday. Our parents have gone away for a long weekend and my brother wasn't in the house when the taxi called for them. It seems that they locked and bolted the back door...and my brother doesn't have a key for the front door; he's too mean to fork out for an extra copy cutting.
I've tried phoning both of my parents' mobile phone numbers just on the off chance that they might have secreted a key somewhere, but both phones are switched off...they're paranoid about the New World Order and the Global Zionist Conspiracy tracking their movements.
I'm not best pleased; my brother is bloody hard work and I'm stuck with him for the next four days.
When my parents get back I'm going to have it out with them...they need to keep their phones on, and my brother needs to get TWO copies of the front door key cutting - one of them can stay on my mantlepiece.
