Lol. Our Toilet Door

Hey ppls. Out toilet door is jammed. Lol. So, naturally, Dad’s in a bad mood after trying to fix it. This has resulted in the conclusion that we can’t get the door open and we’ll have to saw the handle off. I suggested calling a locksmith but Dad said that he would just come to the same conclusion.

I remember once before when I suggested calling a professional. It was when my light broke. It was just the bulb but when my Dad tried to replace it he bent the little things that held the light bulb in place. It was at this point that I suggested ringing an electrician. Dad decided that he could fix it himself. When he attempted to fix it, he ended up bending it more. It was only then that he decided to stop trying himself and to call a professional. And, in true Dad-like fashion, he hasn’t gotten around to this yet. So every night I am forced to feel my way over to my desk and turn the lamp on instead. As you might imagine, this has resulted in many stubbed toes.

So yes, we can’t get into our upstairs toilet. Oh wait, hang on, I’ve just looked out of the study door down the hallway. They have already taken the doorknob out. Hang on. BRB.

LOL! Rufuss went in the toilet and pulled the door shut and got stuck in there! LOL! We got him out though.

K. Going to do this stupid English assignment now… or not. Anyway, Cya.