Monday morning locked out of the bathroom
It’s 9am monday morning.
I was woken by the sound of various people rattling the bathroom door handle. And no, I’d not gone to sleep on the floor by the toilet (but I can name others who have). I felt a rising sense of foreboding. It was a bit like deja vue - but no, the bathroom door has previous form. Not at 8am on a Monday morning though.
Somehow, during the night, the bathroom door has locked itself. Last time this happened, it was the day after our flatmate Marco had moved in. For a tense hour or so, Jack & I thought that we might find someone collapsed on the floor.
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