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I mean that literally. I just nearly managed to lock myself in my house. Here's how.
My front door doesn't have a Yale lock, so the only way to secure it is to actually lock it. There are two locks, one in the handle and one deadbolt. It is my custom to lock the deadbolt whenever I enter the flat and leave the keys in the door, for ease of access.
So, tonight I scampered to the front door to greet the pizza delivery guy and....there were no keys in the lock. The lock was engaged but I hadn't left the keys in there. I panicked, checked all my jeans pockets and then remembered I have a spare set hanging in the hall. Retrieved those, opened the door, got the pizza, hurrah.
But....where were my keys? Answer: still in the trousers I wore on Friday. And I hadn't noticed because I've not attempted to leave the flat since Friday evening.
So yeh, I really need to get out more :P
Talking of which, if anyone sees the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thalinoviel between now and tomorrow evening, can they please ask her to check the voicemail I left re: going to the cinema next week. Thanks! :)
My front door doesn't have a Yale lock, so the only way to secure it is to actually lock it. There are two locks, one in the handle and one deadbolt. It is my custom to lock the deadbolt whenever I enter the flat and leave the keys in the door, for ease of access.
So, tonight I scampered to the front door to greet the pizza delivery guy and....there were no keys in the lock. The lock was engaged but I hadn't left the keys in there. I panicked, checked all my jeans pockets and then remembered I have a spare set hanging in the hall. Retrieved those, opened the door, got the pizza, hurrah.
But....where were my keys? Answer: still in the trousers I wore on Friday. And I hadn't noticed because I've not attempted to leave the flat since Friday evening.
So yeh, I really need to get out more :P
Talking of which, if anyone sees the lovely
thalinoviel between now and tomorrow evening, can they please ask her to check the voicemail I left re: going to the cinema next week. Thanks! :)
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I had the bright idea of dropping a box or two of books of at the house on the way home from work. Had a little trouble with the key getting in, left the boxes in my room, and went to leave.
The Yale on the front door refused to let me. Bother, I thought.
Eventually, I realised that I could open the upper quarter of the kitchen window (one of those windows that opens out and up with hinges along the top of the frame), climb up into the sink and scramble as carefully as possible (you don't want to put too much weight on glass) though the opening and out to freedom. Then I scampered round the front, opened the door with no problems, leant something heavy against it to make sure it didn't shut behind me, and went to shut the kitchen window.
Later experimentation, after I had a back door key cut, revealed that if you turned the Yale the wrong way coming in, it disconnected the door knob when the lock engaged. This is apparently a security feature of some sort, designed to trap burglars in your home. Because that's what you want when you get home, an annoyed felon.
Rik S, but you'll probably have guessed that by now.