I have muddy footprints on my windowsill. They're mine.
I had to break into my own house this morning. My front door has been on the way out (pardon the pun) for some time - the glazed panels weren't well-fitted so water has been seeping in, swelling and rotting the wood. For the last few months I've had to shove and kick the door open, and shutting it has only been possible by slamming it. Hard.
Unfortunately this morning I had to slam it so hard that I broke the door handle. Well it still goes up and down but the internal bit that actually opens and closes the door is no longer attached, and really that's the essence of a door handle. I didn't realise it had happened until I raced in from the workshop after drinking a large mug of tea to use the bathroom... and bounced off the door. Ouch.
Fortunately I had opened a window ajar earlier to let some fresh air in, so with some deft and nimble manoeuvres (who am I kidding, I had my legs crossed!) I managed to get up a ladder and into the living room (the garden slopes down from that window so it's quite high).
So the front door is now unopeneable. I can get in and out through the french doors at the back but it's not ideal, especially as I had wedged a serious amount of insulating tape in them to combat the winter draughts...
I thought maybe it would be my washing machine that needed replacing next, but it looks as if I will be shopping for a door. If I just replace the handle the same thing will happen again. Isn't it odd how things often break at the most financially inconvenient times? On the bright side though, maybe I could get a stable door - I've always wanted one!
Sorry for such a boring post but I feel better for telling you, so thank you! Now if you'll excuse me I have a windowsill to clean...