From the Jaws of Disaster......

Today Penny tells me that she and Steve left their flat to pop out the recycling and she let the door lock shut. Without the keys..... Steve was not a happy bunny. They phoned the managing agent - no joy. What to do? So my daughter (I hope that this is the sort of practical self preservation skills that I have contributed to her developing) remembered that the windows were open and that the solution was to find a ladder. So she strolled round the block where she chanced on a decorator. And then persuaded him to lend her his ladder for 10 minutes. Et voila. Problem solved. That's my daughter. Very proud.