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After I get off the phone to Simon, I resolve to get something done. I call the locksmith. Not the same one as last time. I don’t fancy looking quite that stupid. I’ve already had the locks changed once, but it’s clearly not good enough. It needs more.
He asks me if it’s an emergency, and the only reply I can come up with is ‘sort of’. I tell a little white lie and say that I’ve just moved in and that I don’t trust the previous occupants. I add that the locks seem really insecure and that I’d like to upgrade them while he’s here. I play the damsel-in-distress card and he agrees to come over within the hour with a selection of different options, not so subtly adding that it’ll be on emergency callout rates. I don’t even ask him how much that’ll be. I don’t care. I need it done, no matt
