Further to this morning discovery that I was locked out of the indoor-access to the garage, both Emma and I have fiddled and tweaked and coerced the lock to get it open. We’ve tried WD40, we’ve tried brute force, we’ve even tried breaking it down like they do in the movies (don’t try that at home, dear readers, it hurts, and it gets you no where). Defeated by all reasonable means, I eventually had to get the power tools out, and first drill a whole through the door (progressively from small drill bit, and working my way up size-by-size to the largest), before jigsawing around the lock.
I have to say, I kind of enjoyed it, ‘though its not something that I would ever like to repeat. I certainly have new respect for not just locksmiths but thieves. They’re a talented bunch, they are.
