Why was I climbing over rooves to get into a locked room? The lock had been changed on a guest's room, and a spare key had not yet been cut. He held the only one, which made getting into his room to service it kinda difficult. So, hoping he'd left the window open, I clambered out of the window in the next room, onto the roof at the front of the guest house. Trevor watching from inside the house, and street-audience of passing cars and pedestrians, I made my way across the roof and into the next window.
Let me also add that Mary-Jane joined the street audience, cup of coffee in one hand and a fag in the other, to watch and laugh. And then, not only did I have to do this, I also had to lock the door behind me again from the inside once I'd finished the service, and then clamber back across the roof and in again through the other window.
Fortuitously (I thought), I was wearing a full black outift, complete with black leggings. Made me feel a little like Cat Woman ;)
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