Keys

I´m happy to report that my tendency to lock myself out of places has not changed. Monday, after myself and two other sisters went to pick Solidea up from the airport (yea!) I went to my room to sleep. I had an armful of notebooks to correct and put those on the desk in my room, then walked out while talking to one of the Interna´s.

Shortly after closing the door I checked my pocket for the keys (nervous habit). They weren´t there. Oh dear, they were inside my room. There is no way to open the door except for the key, there´s not even a doorknob. So, I was locked out of my room and I already knew there was no copy of the key.

I told Sor about my predicament and from there commenced the Great Unlocking of My Bedroom Door. You see, the walls of my bedroom do not actually meet the ceiling, there is about a foot gap. Big enough for an Interna to squeeze through, but unfortunately, the drop to the floor is more than the girls were willing to fall/jump. So, a long stick was recruited and a ladder. One of the girls climbed the ladder, I held the ladder, and she fished out the keys from the room with the stick.

I know what you´re thinking, ¨Karina, why weren´t you on the ladder fishing out your keys?¨ Well, that´s what I thought too, but Sor was in charge of this operation, and what she says goes, so that´s what we did. Took an hour. Phew! I didn´t correct any notebooks that night and am going to look for a place to make a copy of the key next time I´m out.