Bugger

Petra and I spent several hours away from the house this afternoon. When we pulled into the driveway, I noticed that the front door was open.
Me: “Oh no! The door’s open.”
Petra solemnly from the backseat: “Bugger.”

Oops. That would be her mother talking.

And oops. The door was open because I failed it pull it shut firmly enough. I crept inside fearing burglars, but my laptop was still on the table and all our clutter was undisturbed. I’ll be more careful with the door next time we go out though. And, I’ll be watching my language as well.

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