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May. 6th, 2007 07:52 am
May. 6th, 2007
May. 6th, 2007 02:10 pm
And *BANG* - you're trapped.
It had started to rain at the allotment and so I took shelter in the shed. I forgot to make sure that either, a) the door was securely propped open or, b) I had the door handle in my hand [1] so when the gust of wind slammed the door shut I was on the inside facing a smooth surface. Luckily I had my phone with me so I knew that if the worst came to the worst I could ring Dad and he could probably track down a key and get me out.
So, stuck in the shed and not particularly worried about how to get out I looked at my options. First thing was to push the door and see if I could pop it open. No. Second thought was kicking the door open but I really couldn't deal with the fallout if I broke the door. As I was stuck in the shed I decided to have a tidy up and while I did so see if I could find anything flat and strong that I could possibly push the yale lock with. There was a couple of suitable tools but I just couldn't do it (I didn't even think of using one of my credit cards, which is obvious now).
Okay. The ex-plot holder MUST have known there was a chance of this happening so I wondered if he had a spare knob inside. He did, but he had no metal bar on it, just showing the sort of luck I regularly have. I scrabbled around the few tools that had escaped the zero-tolerance shed clearing but nothing particularly suitable. I don't remember throwing away anything that might have done the job. At this point my claustrophobia just started to make itself felt but I pressed on. There must be something that was the right size and shape... and of course there was. If you ever find yourself trapped on the wrong side of an allotment shed door, pray that the owner of said shed has invested in plastic pegs for holding down weed supressing membrane. With a couple of scrabbly attempts I was free!
I reckon I was in there about 20 minutes.
[1] For those of you new to my journal the previous allotment tenant was hot on security. My shed has two locks opened by separate keys, a door knob that is removed and hidden under the shed and also another handle which opens a special secret second lever. It's all very Indiana Jones, right up to the point you realise that a really determined thief just has to smash the window leading to the greenhouse to get at my tools.
So, stuck in the shed and not particularly worried about how to get out I looked at my options. First thing was to push the door and see if I could pop it open. No. Second thought was kicking the door open but I really couldn't deal with the fallout if I broke the door. As I was stuck in the shed I decided to have a tidy up and while I did so see if I could find anything flat and strong that I could possibly push the yale lock with. There was a couple of suitable tools but I just couldn't do it (I didn't even think of using one of my credit cards, which is obvious now).
Okay. The ex-plot holder MUST have known there was a chance of this happening so I wondered if he had a spare knob inside. He did, but he had no metal bar on it, just showing the sort of luck I regularly have. I scrabbled around the few tools that had escaped the zero-tolerance shed clearing but nothing particularly suitable. I don't remember throwing away anything that might have done the job. At this point my claustrophobia just started to make itself felt but I pressed on. There must be something that was the right size and shape... and of course there was. If you ever find yourself trapped on the wrong side of an allotment shed door, pray that the owner of said shed has invested in plastic pegs for holding down weed supressing membrane. With a couple of scrabbly attempts I was free!
I reckon I was in there about 20 minutes.
[1] For those of you new to my journal the previous allotment tenant was hot on security. My shed has two locks opened by separate keys, a door knob that is removed and hidden under the shed and also another handle which opens a special secret second lever. It's all very Indiana Jones, right up to the point you realise that a really determined thief just has to smash the window leading to the greenhouse to get at my tools.