Mama’s morning didn’t start out that well. Morning walkie? Fine. Weather? Slightly raining, but only on her head so that wasn’t so bad. We arrived back at our apartment. Mama got ready to go to the work place that I just cannot understand, handed me a treat and walked out.
Then she put her key into the lock to turn it to lock me and the kitties safely inside. And that’s when her hand should have stopped turning – except that it didn’t. What she described to me later as a “sick pit of the stomach kind of feeling”. Since mama hasn’t stepped up her upper-body workout routine, it was simply the crunch of her key breaking off in the lock.
This my friends, is what a key looks like without it’s business end:
And for comparison, what the key looked like before it’s adventure…
Yes, she was able to get it fixed. Luckily (luckily?!?) the locksmith was able to grab the remains of the key from deep inside the lock. Much less fuss that way. But not exactly a great way to start off a day.
Love,
Bogart
