Well I humiliated myself today. After walking the dog I realised I had forgotten my door key, and without even checking that my sister had left for work or not I launched into full scale panic mode.
Step one was to stand at the front door and say bad words over and over, while digging deep into my clearly empty pockets. Occasionally stopping to take a split second launch into a step two before thinking better of it.
Step two was to decide to try and chase my sister up the path she would have gone. Obviously, with a twelve-year-old arthritic dog this was highly unlikely to succeed and it took me a moment of dragging the poor thing up the path to realise this.
Step three was to rush up round to the back door and leave the dog in the back garden, and then chase my sister, already realising the dog was unlikely to stay there. Fortunately I decided to try the back door and then it magically opened as my sister appeared at it.
The moral of the story is to stay calm in moments of crisis.
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