You can tell he's a student ...

This morning I exiting the front door, closing it behind me, before realising 1) I still had a kimble attached to the new jacket I'd put on (courtesy of Debenhams sale, early bird special .. bought at 5pm yesterday, hardly early) and 2) I'd not put my house keys in my bag from yesterday's entry.

So I did what most logical people would do with a person in the flat, ring the doorbell. I rang it twice and waited plenty long enough for someone to make themselves decent and open the door to me. .... but they didn't open the door, my pleas to enter via the doorbell were not answered :(

Dr T obviously felt he should submit to the 'icky student stereotype and spend yet more time in bed. Hopefully he answers the door this evening when I return from work! As for the kimble issue, I tore of the card tag and pushed the (pink on a black jacket) kimble plastic back to avoid strange stares until I got to work where it could be cut off (note to self: put swiss army knife back in work bag!).