Ring ring!
-Hello, Police!
-I'd like to report a robbery.
-Where did the robbery occur?
-Chez Cudzo.
-Can you identify the items stolen?
-On an occasion or occasions between 24th December and 5th January, my legs, lungs and brain were removed and replaced with spaghetti, cotton wool and papier mache, respectively. As an example of the last I give you this: setting out upon my bicycle, I realised that my trouser-encompassing band thingy (elasticated cuff off the bottom of Mrs Cudzo's old trousers) was fastened around my left ankle...
We collect from various sets of flats with bin stores, for which we need entry codes. The gates have a number pad to get in, but a simple button to open the gates from the inside.
On Tuesday, we hit upon the fact that at one place we could open both sides of the gate instead of just one, and wheel the trikes in, as opposed to what we have been doing, which was open one half, walk in, collect the boxes, lug then outside and load at the kerb. Much easier to go in with the trikes. Expect this particular gate shuts automatically on the side that opens with the keypad. So when we came to go out, half of the gate had shut, and the half with just a bolt was still open.
No matter, I go out of the open side, take a glove off, tap the code in, see the auto-half open and go back through to fetch the trike, to find my colleague laughing at me. Why hadn't I just pushed the button on the inside?