When I was a teenager, Mum and I came back from town and the bolt was on at the front door, so even with keys we couldn’t get in. Dad was in, but we couldn’t make him hear - we weee terrified he’d had an accident
so I borrowed a ladder from a neighbour and climbed up to an open bedroom window, got in and found dad right as rain dozing in the conservatory
about 20 years later, I took my two year old ds to visit mum (now a widow). She came out to help
me unload the car, and ds took the opportunity to nip inside and slam the door behind him. Mum had no keys, and there was no-one else in tbe house. Ds couldn’t reach the sneck and had danced off anyway.
we were frantic; mum had the oven on and potatoes simmering, and what if ds tried to ‘play’ with them?
so I knocked on the door of the same neighbour. Hadn’t seen or spoken to her since the last incident. I explained the problem and we looked at each other , thinking ‘This is surreal’. However, she bustled off and got out the trusty ladder, I shinned up it to the same bedroom window, corralled ds, and let mum in.
mum sold the house soon afterwards, so though we’re coming up to another 20 year anniversary, I won’t be disturbing that neighbour again