Rolley's first post :)

What's up peeps? Hey so I've been meaning to give this blogging thing a go for a while, but as I'm not at uni, or getting killed by assassins, or drinking, or going clubbing, or reading stupidly big textbooks and getting woken up by fire drills at 6:30 in the morning, I haven't had anything nearly as interesting to say to compete with all the awesome.. till now. It's probably not actually that interesting but never mind.

So last Wednesday I was all excited to see Michael McIntyre in the evening at the arena. I've had these tickets booked for the best part of two years, and I made sure I put them in a safe place tucked into a little shelf in the kitchen, and went off to work that day all happy and content.

When I got back I got locked out and didn't have a key. No worries, Tom (my brother) is probably upstairs in bed so I gave him a call... twice.. no answer. Lazy poohead. I then went and knocked next door as they have a copy of our key. No answer, so I climbed over the fence juggling my jacket and saxophone case and tried our secret Rolley way (which is censored sorry) of opening the back door which would've worked, had it not been that the door was locked from a latch on the inside, which it hardly ever is, but just had to be on that day. At which point I confess I shouted "damn it!" and kicked the back door... I know... Rolley momentarily lost her patience... my bad.

Then I realised, Tom actually had to go to london for his work that day.. mum and dad are at work, the Michael McIntyre tickets are inside and NO ONE WILL BE HOME BEFORE I HAVE TO LEAVE!! NOOOOOOOOO!?!?!!

After looking about wildly in panic for a while, I noticed that the upstairs bathroom window was slightly ajar, and if I could just get up onto the roof above the kitchen, I could slip through the window and all would be well!

I looked about me for suitable climbing materials and spied the two picnic tables, the blue recycling bin and the trampoline. I was tempted just to use the trampoline to bounce onto the roof for laughs, but I didn't want to break my leg and miss Michael McIntyre anyway. So I pulled up one of the tables, balanced the blue bin on top and just got up level with the roof when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. It was Tom,

"Hi rach I just got two missed calls from you"
"Tom! where are you??"
"Just coming up the road, I've been to get my haircut before I go to London, where are you?"

Err.. well.. how do I explain this?

So in the end, Tom let me in and all was well, but I've got to admit, I'm a little disappointed that Tom called me at that moment, as I was curious to see if I could actually make it onto the roof with a picnic table and a bin. But the worst thing was after all this, when I was waiting for Michael McIntyre to start, I suddenly realised..

There's a ladder in the shed.

Crap.