Trapped (the update)

The lock now works from the outside. Gemma's window is now the exit and the front door is just for entering the house.

Our neighbours think we are mad.

We couldn't get out the back gate because it is too overgrown, so we spent some moments in contemplation of the next door neighbour's garden wondering if they would mind if we climbed over and knocked on their kitchen window.

Us: "Hello! We're from next door."
Neighbours: "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Then Gemma realised we could escape out her window.

Trapped

I am locked in my house.

I cannot believe this is happening to me but the lock on the front door will not budge. I now have to wait for the locksmith to arrive to free me. I am trapped on the inside and no one else can get in.

Don't forget me word! i am still here. Just slip food parcels through the letterbox (i think only chocolate bars will fit through but i will cope) and little messages of love and encouragement, bringing me news of the outside world.

Somehow, it makes sense that this should happen to me, who else? At least i am warm in here and i have my blog as a way to reach out to my loved ones.

If the front door doesn't open i may have to climb over the back fence and escape through the cemetery (i might wait until morning though).