I’m sure you’re wondering what the heck this is all about. Well, this is one of those most embarrassing moments. Except this one isn’t going to be seen on television, at least I hope not. It was a normal day just like every other day. I was living in the house when this happened. It was 16 years ago.
Soon after I moved into our house (like, the first week!) I had a moment of madness and followed Jim into the larder, shutting the door behind us both, just for a laugh. 'Don't shut the doooooor!' he shouted, rather too late. I hadn't known that it had a dodgy door knob that wasn't possible to open from the inside. I was just being playful! (And unlike you, Matt, we were fully clothed! 🤣)
There is just about enough standing space in there for the two of us: it's not only where we store our dry goods, bottles, Tupperware, loo rolls and the iron, etc, but the freezer and washing machine are also in there, stacked on top of one another. Jim said that the latter would provide plumbing facilities 'if the worst came to the worst'.... heavens, can you imagine? Sorry, no, please DON'T imagine.
After ten or so minutes of abject panic searching the larder shelves for something to use as a tool, Jim found a container with a metal clasp holding the lid shut (it had teabags in it, I think), and proceeded to use it to unscrew the doorknob. Using some (chewed - ugh!) gum from a packet we found on the shelf he managed to get enough of a grip on the square bolt to pull it inwards, at which point he was able to turn it enough to open the door.
We still talk about it now! And I DON'T ever shut the larder door behind me... *shudders*
Lol sorry, can't help laughing. A few months ago we were talking to a very old friend of mine and his wife, about a pretty awful time we were having, and at some point he mentioned in passing ""we thought we'd have to call the fire brigade again, like we did when I got locked in the loo". Fortunately he kept talking for another five minutes -- "fortunately" because Elaine and I were beside ourselves with laughter -- silently, which made it all the worse
Oh Matt, this is brilliant! Such a great story!
Soon after I moved into our house (like, the first week!) I had a moment of madness and followed Jim into the larder, shutting the door behind us both, just for a laugh. 'Don't shut the doooooor!' he shouted, rather too late. I hadn't known that it had a dodgy door knob that wasn't possible to open from the inside. I was just being playful! (And unlike you, Matt, we were fully clothed! 🤣)
There is just about enough standing space in there for the two of us: it's not only where we store our dry goods, bottles, Tupperware, loo rolls and the iron, etc, but the freezer and washing machine are also in there, stacked on top of one another. Jim said that the latter would provide plumbing facilities 'if the worst came to the worst'.... heavens, can you imagine? Sorry, no, please DON'T imagine.
After ten or so minutes of abject panic searching the larder shelves for something to use as a tool, Jim found a container with a metal clasp holding the lid shut (it had teabags in it, I think), and proceeded to use it to unscrew the doorknob. Using some (chewed - ugh!) gum from a packet we found on the shelf he managed to get enough of a grip on the square bolt to pull it inwards, at which point he was able to turn it enough to open the door.
We still talk about it now! And I DON'T ever shut the larder door behind me... *shudders*
This actually happened to me once in our bathroom. I had clothes on, at least :D
Lol sorry, can't help laughing. A few months ago we were talking to a very old friend of mine and his wife, about a pretty awful time we were having, and at some point he mentioned in passing ""we thought we'd have to call the fire brigade again, like we did when I got locked in the loo". Fortunately he kept talking for another five minutes -- "fortunately" because Elaine and I were beside ourselves with laughter -- silently, which made it all the worse
Oh Matt that is terrible! Hahahha! And of all days to forget your clothes!