After enjoying a well earned soak in the tub last night, i was ready to watch Dune; a film i've been looking forward to since i read the books as a teenager. (Along time ago.)
Herself was out at some 'do' and i had the house all to myself. Munchies and a beer were ready.
Nothing was left to chance...
...until i tried to open the bathroom door and ended up with the (temporary) handle in my hand, and no way out other than a second storey window.
I used a small doorknob, screwed in place through the door and after several days of use it'd worked loose. It kept my new handle nice while i worked to sand down the wood but now i was left with a knotty problem.
All i had was a pair of scissors and a desperate set of fingers that tried to grip while i worked the scissors into the gap and gently pulled.
No dice.
I tried again from the bottom and got a small splinter in my index finger.
I said a word.
Sat and collected myself for another try, this time from the top - and to my huge relief the door budged and swung open.
It's just as well: my only options were to open the window and call for help.
If anyone heard, i couldn't face the toe-curling embarrassment.
Or wait for herself to come back and miss my chance to watch the movie til another day.
No way. I'd waited far too long for this and wasn't gonna let a bloody door stand in my way!
And it was well worth it. Can't wait for part two to come out.
Put the old handle back on the door this morning though.
Herself was out at some 'do' and i had the house all to myself. Munchies and a beer were ready.
Nothing was left to chance...
...until i tried to open the bathroom door and ended up with the (temporary) handle in my hand, and no way out other than a second storey window.
I used a small doorknob, screwed in place through the door and after several days of use it'd worked loose. It kept my new handle nice while i worked to sand down the wood but now i was left with a knotty problem.
All i had was a pair of scissors and a desperate set of fingers that tried to grip while i worked the scissors into the gap and gently pulled.
No dice.
I tried again from the bottom and got a small splinter in my index finger.
I said a word.
Sat and collected myself for another try, this time from the top - and to my huge relief the door budged and swung open.
It's just as well: my only options were to open the window and call for help.
If anyone heard, i couldn't face the toe-curling embarrassment.
Or wait for herself to come back and miss my chance to watch the movie til another day.
No way. I'd waited far too long for this and wasn't gonna let a bloody door stand in my way!
And it was well worth it. Can't wait for part two to come out.
Put the old handle back on the door this morning though.