Well, that went wrong - someone on our street called round and he accidentally kicked over a heavy suitcase in my tiny flat. Out of curiosity I clicked open the locks.
I had a fair idea that it contained a couple of presents from my best friend from uni, childhood toy, diaries, and my mother's evening dress from the 1960s. It's blue with sparkles. I was right and put on the dress from nostalgia.
I cannot get it off. I cannot go out like this nor ask anyone to unzip me. It's a lovely dress but it's a sparkly slinky evening gown and I cannot go to the shop in this.
Actually I'm going to have to admit defeat and get someone to get me out of this, aren't I?