I reversed onto my drive, with no bumps or bangs as would happen before my dropped curb. Beautifully smooth. A figure in the dark opposite is fiddling with my neighbours door. I get out of the car and can hear the figure cussing.
Wendy: Can I help you?
The elderly lady sounded distressed and talked about how the keys my neighbour had given her weren’t working. I offered her a cup of tea in my place and I’d call my neighbour’s mobile phone. She calmed down and tried the keys again.
Wendy: it probably won’t make any difference, but I’d really like to try the keys.
She gave me the keys and the door unlocked smoothly with absolutely no problem
Wendy: I’m magic
The lady laughed. We exchanged praise of my lovely neighbour and went our separate ways.
I’m magic and available for all your ‘locked-out’ needs