Nervous exploration

So I get home from roaming the globe, having given the builder my front door key (clearly he's only used it for decorative purposes), and use the secret back door key to get in. As security protocol at Adams St requires, my faithful flatmate has deadlocked the front door and I can't actually get out of the front door, let alone get my luggage in...
Luckily the Dazzler has the brilliant idea of simply removing the flyscreen and handing the hefty suitcases through the window. Necessity being the mother of all invention, we continue using this method to take lunch outside onto the deck and devise a cunning plan proving that two stools make a stile. Elegantly stepping up onto the stool, through the window and down onto the outside stool is fine for the young and oh-so-agile. However, the parental unit are planning on making an afternoon coffee visit. (Where's the language funny, you ask?)
So, I'm waiting for Mother and Father Dearest to make an appearance and roll their eyes at their strange middle child's way of life. For those of you who know them, punctuality is not a problem and they were due at 4:30.
It's 4:35 and they still haven't arrived... 4:40... 4:45.... (watch, window, watch, window) At which point the Dazzler observes,

"You keep glancing up with this look of intrepidation"

I suppose I was quite fearful at how bold my folks would be.

Epilogue:
True to form, Gail took the challenge and was half way through the window before announcing her arrival and their new dalliance with tardiness. Xochitl arrived home and allowed them a more horizontal exit...