His home is his castle...

...and unfortunately for him, quite impregnable when you forget your keys!

I was in the west end this afternoon, taking Daughter No2 to her art class and while waiting to collect her afterwards, I went for a walk to explore the rather attractive tenements in the area. There was a commotion up ahead with lots of shouting and banging on doors and as I got closer I could make what he was shouting through the letterbox:

"Hey, guys, let me in. I've forgotten my keys - again!"

I think the guys had had enough of your man's memory lapses because no-one was rushing to open the door. I walked away with visions of the 'guys' hiding just out of sight behind the door laughing their heads off...