October 3, 2016
It was a Wednesday morning in London when it all happened. I was in the guest room looking for an old bag that I had put away a few years ago. I was in a rush looking for it, because I needed to leave the house for work soon. The reason why I was looking for it was because the one that I was using at that time was worn out. Plus, the old bag had not been used a lot. It was as good as new.
Furthermore, not far from our house construction workers were tearing down a building. A lot of noise could be heard from that area, even from the inside of our house in London.
At our house it has become a habit to lock the door of the guest room. We have little children in the house and let’s say they are not a big fan of neatness. That morning when I was in search of my bag, I was already a little late for work. I am usually on time for work, only if there is no case of an emergency. Plus, I always leave the house for work before my husband does.
So when my husband locked the door of the guest room before he went to work, he didn’t think I was inside the guest room. Plus, the noise that the construction workers were making made it almost impossible to hear any sound that was coming from the guest room. At the time when my husband locked me up, so to speak, I was going through the closet (with full concentration). I didn’t pay any attention to what was going on around me. My husband immediately left for work after locking the door.
Then there I was, locked up in our guest room. I found out about it a couple of minutes later after my husband left. I noticed that the door was closed and I remembered that I had left the door open. I got to the door and tried to open it, but with no success. I was absolutely amazed by the fact that I just got locked up by my husband in my own house.
My phone was upstairs and there was not a single device to be found in the room that could help me to get in touch with people I know.
We had one long, big window and above it you could find another small window. Only the smaller window could be opened. It was that small that I was only able to fit my head in it. So there was no way to get myself out of the house by using the window. The next thing I did was to call my neighbours. We had very friendly neighbours and they didn’t live far from us. They were an older couple, living alone. I shouted their names loudly so they would be able to hear me. After a couple of minutes, I could hear them scream back at me. I was so happy to hear their voices. Gladly, they were home.
When my neighbours got to my house they were trying to figure out a way to get inside the house. All of the windows on the ground floor were closed. My neighbours did everything they could to figure out a way to get the window out of the window frame. Unfortunately, they didn’t succeed. Then, all of a sudden the wife suggested we should call a local locksmith.
I was very happy with that idea and my neighbours started to call a locksmith. After approximately 25 minutes, the friendly locksmith arrived and he opened the front door and eventually the door to our guest room. He did this in less than 20 minutes. The locksmith and my neighbours were the saviours of the day. I was so happy when I got out of the room. I thanked the locksmith for his amazing service and I invited my neighbours for a cup of tea later that day. From now on my husband will know what to do before he starts locking the door of our guest room.
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