Might have found a new career.

As a cat burglar, no with the way I lumber around a bear burglar. A few minutes ago my daughter came out to tell me she was locked out of her room, her room doesn't have a lock, the inside handle had come off. Couldn't get the outer handle off and was considering whether I should kick the door in. Then she said that she thought the window was open, so outside I venture with a torch. It takes seconds to get the flyscreen off and before I know it I am perched on the window sill, torch in hand trying to spot a good place to step. Hoping I wasn't spotted by the neigbours.

Reminds of my younger days, we would arrive home from school to a locked house, we had instructions to wait for Mum to get home from work but that half hour wait was sooo long. Mum would often find us inside and ask how we got in. We climbed in the bathroom window, that she would leave open thinking that it was so high off the ground and so small that no one would try to get in. Usually I would give my sister a leg up and she would wriggle through, sometimes it was me, how we didn't break our necks on the inside after coming through head first through a window 6 foot up the wall I don't know. Mum would go mad at us but refuse to give us a key - because it was dangerous "what if someone followed us home or stole the key?" But it didn't stop her from keeping that window open. Sometimes if we weren't in the house she'd find us on the roof. My sister used to scale a brick wall to get up there if the ladder wasn't handy. My kids aren't so adventurous. Though lately my son has been going to a local creek area with his friends, they build bridges and rafts, coming home wet and muddy and you know I couldn't be happier. I love that he is getting out there and having adventures - the creek isn't deep, it's getting them out of the house and off the video games.