This evening I kicked down the side door of our garage.
Well, the lock had somehow broken, and I clamped the up-and-over door completely closed some years ago after the garage was burgled (they stole an electric drill and pair of gloves... ie equipment with which to perform more burglaries. "Burglar bootstrapping" I said to the police with a chuckle, and they asked me how to spell that and said they would come round eleven weeks on Friday.
The key was revolving round in the lock with nothing happening. "It's broken", I pronounced gravely and I took a credit card and slid it into the small gap between the door and the frame. This works in films. It doesn't work in real life.
I fetched my boots and prepared to use force. Mrs Botogol came out to watch, this she was not going to miss. I was not without trepidation - would it do a lot of damage? did I need a sledgehammer? how much force would be required - would it bruise my heel?
I took a deep breath and kicked as hard as I could.
The door flew open immediately and I fell over onto my backside.
2 comments:
Apparently there are people called locksmiths who will come and sort out locks for you in such circumstances.
I write about books, canary wharf, manhattan, funny statues and safari dinners without a single reaction... one post about falling over a comment in minutes!
I don't think I have the readers I deserve! :-)
More slapstick coming soon,.,,
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