Comments on: THE EXPAT AT HOME: THE DEVIL AND ME https://www.lifeintheexpatlane.com/the-expat-at-home-the-devil-and-me/ Expat Stories of Foreign Fun Living in Exotic Places Tue, 18 Jun 2019 16:33:01 +0000 hourly 1 By: nodamnblog https://www.lifeintheexpatlane.com/the-expat-at-home-the-devil-and-me/#comment-525 Fri, 22 Jan 2010 10:37:01 +0000 http://thinkwithsatish.wordpress.com/2010/01/16/the-expat-at-home-the-devil-and-me#comment-525 The devil is a regular visitor chez nous. Many moons ago we had moved into a very chic village in south-west England, and were returning hospitality from our new and very grand neighbours, who all had Agas and degrees in Cordon Bleu and frightening competence, none of which I have. I left the front door, with its Yale lock, open for 20 seconds to go and pick herbs from the garden. As I returned I passed the postman, who told me he’d pulled the door closed for me. Effectively locking me out of my own house, with three hours before the guests were due, and nothing ready. My husband had gone flying for the day, with the spare key. All the windows were closed. The dogs were locked inside. I had no mobile phone. The brick I threw at the downstairs loo bounced off the glass. A local builder tried and failed to remove a door by removing the hinges, and walked away shrugging.

But I outwitted the Devil, because I found a pair of very long-nosed narrow pliers and managed to grip the end of a key through a keyhole in the back door and turn it. And the whole process only took two hours. Dinner was served fashionably late.

The Devil doesn’t wear Prada, he wears a postman’s uniform.

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