I took advantage of having an extra pair of hands to help me move a chair from our old flat to our new one.
Things didn’t quite go to plan as having taking my father and a few things upstairs, Kate and I came down for the chair and as the front door closed behind me I realised I’d left the keys to the flat upstairs with my dad.
So my 92-year-old father was on his own on the fifth floor and we were outside on the pavement with the chair.
Our only hope was someone would come into the building and we could go back upstairs. But it is August in Lyon and a lot of buildings are empty.
So I decided to drive to the old flat and pick up a spare pair of keys – a round trip of about 20 mins. When I came back Kate had made herself comfortable.
No-one had entered the building so we raced upstairs to find that…….my dad hadn’t even noticed anything was wrong.
Thrown to (the) Lyon 