Outside looking in... or... You gotta to get in to get out
Last night I did something I normally never do: I locked the door to the staircase. There are sort of two appartment in my little house, and I locked - or rather tried to lock the door upstairs. The key didn't quite turn, so I left it like that in the lock.
I shouldn't have...
Sunday morning, Ingrid the Cat wanted to go out and woke me being loud. And I couldn't open the door! Locked in.
I could get the key out, but something (the lower snapper) was stuck.
I phoned Helmut. He has a key to the frontdoor. He came. One can almost see his grin on this photo taken through the frosted glas in the door :-)
Well, he could do nothing, so I called my landlord: Help please! He rang an man from the next village. He came, put a 4-5 metres long ladder on the house and came climbing through the window in the blue room. And in 2 minutes he had the door taken off its hinges and we could get out :-)
All this happend from 8.30 till 10.00 Sunday Morning. Thank God for my landlords connections!