Last night we got locked into the living room. Oh yes. The handle on the door to go out of the living room has been a bit sticky of late but although the other half and I have both been meaning to have a look at it, neither of us have had the chance.
I was ironing when my eldest tried to open the door to go to the loo. He kept grabbing at the handle but it wouldn't open. Exasperated I attempted to show him how to do it (again)! Only I couldn't open it either. So my husband came strutting into the living room from cooking the dinner (I have a husband who cooks how lucky am I?). He then attempted to show us all how to open it but he couldn't do it either. He tugged and tugged and then..... the handle came off in his hand and he flew backwards. Fortunately the sofa broke his fall. Unfortunately my youngest was sittting on said sofa cuddling the cat. The cat took umbridge at being pounced on by a human adult male and did a cartoon impresssion of a cat in fright - back arched with claws extended. Unfortunately for youngest child the claws extended into his leg leaving a lovely criss-cross pattern up his legs.
Husband managed to get in from the front door and took the handle off from the outside and hey presto we were released!
There must be eaiser ways to go to the loo!
Take care - and watch those door handles - they have a habit of biting back.