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In the following story the narrator tells a story about the unusual introduction he and his wife had to their home when they first moved into it.

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I was looking for an older house because new houses don’t interest me and never have. And the real estate agent mentioned that she had one available up in north London on Sydenham street. She unfortunately was a little hesitant to show it to us because there were some problems with the owners of the house and the sale of it. It involves a divorce and the wife in the divorce was the owner of the house and in order to get her husband that she had to sell the house but the husband wasn’t keen to leave and he did have a gun in the house over the fireplace and our real estate agent was very hesitant to go into the house or to bring us into the house.

But I said nope we’ll go, she said well I’ll check it out to see if he’s home or not home. If he’s not home, we can go in and I said okay fair enough. But he was not home and we so we came in and I probably wasn’t more than three feet inside the front door when I announced to her I want this house.

We took possession of the house on the, about the 22nd of December. We had the key and wanted to get into the house but the keys would not open the lock. So we tried the back door only to find that there was no lock in the back door but on the inside there was a huge deadbolt that had been pushed over. Now it was a barrel barrel lock when you push the tumbler over and there was no way short of breaking down the door that you’re going to get in there. So I said well maybe he’s out doing something, he’s coming back he’s having breakfast or something. So we borrowed a snow shovel from our neighbours next door and started shoveling the walk. After about an hour there was still no return of this man. So I thought this is not a good situation. I borrowed a coathanger from the neighbour next door and eventually by poking through the hole where the yellow lock had been, with a bent coathanger, I was able to snag the bolts locking it, pull it back and get the door open. So we finally get into the house and the first thing I did in the next 5 minutes was flew over to a hardware store over here just about a block and a half away and buy two new locks. So what he had done, he had come back either really late Friday night or had come back really early Saturday morning and had changed the locks. So he put his own lock on so that whoever bought the house couldn’t get in. So that was an interesting introduction to our new home.

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If you’d like to hear more stories from the Great Talbot area walk west along Sydenham Street across St. George Street turn south and then as you walk look for another orange Hear, Here sign.