Last night I could not open my bedroom door. It had me firmly imprisoned inside my bedroom upstairs. I realised, being alone, do I have to call the Fire Brigade? I had a torch in the bedroom and could see that the catch was not moving when I turned the handle. It opened towards me so I could not kick it open. I had a "jemmy" or crowbar about two feet long in my bedroom (don't ask) so I tried to jemmy open the door but my jemmy was too big to fit between the door and the edge.
I looked around and found - aha! a screwdriver! which I used some time earlier to put up a shelf and didn't put away. Thank God I am untidy! I unscrewed all the screws round the door fastener, eased the screwdriver into the gap and somehow managed to force the catch back! I then had to take the entire door catch mechanism off the door in case it locked me in again!
the lesson from this experience therefore is:
always have a screwdriver in your bedroom, especially if you live alone!
Good Morning Thursday 25th April 2024
Gary Glitter programme Tuesday
Elderly fellow gran has become loudly racist
Washing bio gel or quid in the drum
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic