Hold on to your guests was another of my "just for fun" stories
The pictures show the door from the kitchen side, where you may imagine how small the space is, and from the bathroom side. Auguste, the parrot discovered the gap as well and uses it as secret door to enter the bathroom. After that experience, I did not buy a new lock for the door, but a simple hook and ring fastening. I put it so high, to be able to get it open from the outside, by fishing for it through the gap with a clothes hanger. You never know, what may happen: if a guest breaks his leg in the bathtub, I want to be able to get the door open without tools. - For good mesure I added a few handholds and a mat in the bath tub. ;-)
@Helga, good to know we have 'friends' in this world--even if we have only just met them!
What is it about Paris and locks and ladders??? ;-) LOVE the hook and ring 'lock' to secure a door. So perfectly simple!
It was the third lock breaking within a few months, first one that came with the door and had served 10 years, then a replacement lock and finally this one. I believe they sell them already fabricated to break quickly. The hook may hold till someone changes the door...
hehe! What a story @Helga! I felt like I was there standing in your home watching everything unfold, as I read through your post.
I feel like you should have your own series of great stories. :)
How is the new lock holding up?
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I have a few persistent memories of such traps ;-)
When I was a child, a drunken neighbor fell asleep in a small restroom, with the door opening to the inside. My father practised the trick of pushing the key from the lock onto a sheet of paper and pulling it out under the door, but the door did not open more than a few inches, as the sleeper had fallen to the floor and was curled up around the bowl. They tried everything to raise him, including pouring cold water inside, which finally did the trick.
Years later, my mother fell unconscious in a restroom. Someone had to wiggle his upper body in by a tiny window and unlock the lock hanging from the wall over her body. As my window does not open more than a gap because of the loft construction, I had a horror vision of the firemen smashing the window and climb in over the shards to save a fallen guest. A hook may look a bit shabby, but I prefer to be safe.
What a wonderful story to read, please give some thought to writing for a movie script. The only thing would be that everyone would say " so funny but it would never happen in real life"
Keep up the good work.
Thank you, @Joanne Flynn. My first story was a desperate rant over a very strange guest. As he was harmless but maddening, it was funny reading. I guess after a few hundred guests, the stories might make up a book. At least there are enough of them ;-)
Ah, but @Robin, I simply enjoy absurd events. A guest wanting to leave with me in the morning, so I can show gim or her something and then taking 10 minutes comb their hair and five minutes to get the show lacets tied, taxes my patience to the extreme.
An hour of chaos is usually pure fun. ;-)
@Helga You an I would have got on like a house on fire! I have gone from one absurd event to the next right through my life.
But seeing as you have taken an attachment to my possum stories, here is another one!
The problem with ‘wildlife’ is that a lot of it doesn’t want to stay wild…it wants to live in our world with us.
I was born into a farming family and I grew up on a 2,000 acres property just outside a town called Kapunda, about 80 Kms north of Adelaide. On our property we had a relatively substantial house (even had a ballroom in it) which had been constructed in the 1850s. Recently we went passed it and this is how it looks now.....
During my younger years in the 50s and 60s we had what could only be described as a serious ‘possum’ problem.
Now to the average city dweller possums are cute little furry things about the size of a small cat, which are so timid that the only time you would ever have a chance to see them would be at night, they are nocturnal…..so timid they are afraid of daylight. They make very little noise, they are vegetarian…so are great ecological ambassadors, and they are not confrontational….they seem to keep to themselves.
How could something this cute be a problem?
Well, in good times, they can breed in vast numbers and like us, are opportunists…they like the security of a roof over their heads….and they stink. If they would just stay out living in ‘knot holes’ in trees…the way nature intended......all would be fine....but they don't!
Our homestead was literally taken over by possums.
Throughout the house we had 16 foot (5 metre) ceilings….including the toilet …..yes, we had an inside toilet. For some obscure reason the toilet cistern was placed above the ceiling line with a flush chain that protruded through a hole in the ceiling all the way down to a reachable height.
When using, you needed to make sure you grabbed the handle properly first time. Because of the length of this chain if you merely brushed it, it would swing in such a large arch it would in all probability be a couple of minutes before you lay a hand on it again.
By today’s standards the pressure of water hitting the pan from that height was awesome….didn’t need a toilet brush…not a trace of anything was ever left behind.
Anyway, the possums totally ruled the roof space and felt comfortable with all things in that space. All night long the toilet would flush every time a possum would use that portion of the flush chain that was in the roofspace to climb somewhere or other.
Like I said Helga, possums and I go back a long way!
@Robin, that's funny - from outside viez, maybe not when you try to sleep and have to pay the water bill.
We had mice but fortunately they are not heavy enough to flush a toilet - we had those chains too, when I was a child.
The mice used to roll things around in the attic, especially nuts, as my grandmother dried the harvest there. She could hear them over her head, playing ball with her nuts, driving her nuts. I imagine, she stopped counting sheep and counted off how many christmas cookies could not be baked ;-)
@Helga ....... I have had a particularly grueling day today, every question has been downright angry, I have answered about 40 but I am spent, I am done, I need something to take me away from the negative side of Airbnb, so l am just going to look through these great day stories for a while to try and get my balance back where it should be!
Thanks Helga for your great stories, they are a reviver to me!