The weekend will continue in the same vein as the week...
...apparently.

So, I've just spent the last half an hour trapped in the bathroom. Doug, Elizabeth and David are all out - and the key jams. It's done this before, but after 10 mins of jiggling or so, it unjams.

Not this time.

I jiggle harder.

Nothing but sore fingers to show for my efforts - although any children passing under the window may have learnt some interesting new phrases. The key remains steadfastly jammed.

So, I fashion an impromtu screwdriver out of my tweasers (may they rest in pieces) and stubbornly use it to pry the screws from the door until I can swivel the locking section enough to let myself out. After 20 minutes, 2 broken nails, a split lip from chewing on it in frustration and more cursing than I care to account for, I succeed. And joyously reach the bedroom and grab my phone to call the boyfriend to say 1) I'ma be late. 2) I need a new set of tweasers, and 3) He needs a new bathroom lock.

His reply? "Oh, no, all it is, is that you have to angle the key right..."

Goddamnit. So now we have to reconstruct said bathroom lock after our shopping trip. Very tempted to make him use the tweaser-screwdriver, after which he will give me a tutorial in how to operate our bathroom door.

I so lose at life sometimes.