Door Stepping; When an item is left on a Door step because it may be too big to fit through a standard letter box.

In December I made a trip up to Manchester to see some Uni friends and go to Warehouse Project. I was staying at Rose's so we got ready and drank our body weight in gin at hers.
We arrived at WHP about 11.30 and both managed to get absolutely mashed. Rose however, was noticeable less coherent than me - ohhhhhh dear..... 
After muchos interesting and SHOCKING behaviour from my dear friend (it is taking ALL of my restraint not to go into further detail right now.....) Rose had to leave early and forked out a hideous amount for a cab ride home.
I stayed and had a glorious night. If only that was the end of this story.

Originally Rose and I had had a plan - Leave WHP at closing (about 5am), sit in the hideous Mancunian Cafe Antonio's until the first train at (6.30am). It was fool proof - until now.
This plan solo is not such a great idea. Therefore I attempted to wait for the first train in Piccadilly station - and again updated my Facebook status publicising my TWATTINESS. 

I got hideously bored and decided to get a wad of cash out that I couldn't really afford and pay for a ludicrous black cab!!! Suddenly realised I didn't actually know Rose's exact address.... after much stressing and deliberating with the taxi driver (who I got to give me a £21 discount, winner) I realised I had Rose's drivers license and bank card. (Found out later that Rose's driving license has the correct road name but a completely different post code..... WHY I am still not sure).
Finally managed to locate Rose's house and got to the door. OH SHIT... how do I get in?! No key! and Rose is surely out cold on her bed right now.
I banged and banged on her door for about half an hour.... searched for a key for a while through various walking boots, socks and an umbrella stand.... then decided to just fall asleep and wait for Rose to wake up.

I slept cross legged on her FREEZING doorstep for a good hour  and woke up with a dead as a door nail foot. It suddenly occurred to me (perhaps I was finally sobering up...) that there was a door bell!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..... after about 5 minutes of ringing (and some stirring neighbours) I heard nothing from Rose. I then got on all fours in absolute desperation and started BASHING my head against her door. It was a low point i'm not going to lie. 
And then when all hope was lost Rose came bounding down the stairs.... I have never felt so happy to see a fumbling drunken friend in my life. I literally crawled into the house and FINALLY made it to bed.