Last Thursday, after the police left, I figured it would be a good idea to put a lock on my bedroom door.

So I did that. I went out and got one, and put it on the door, and tried locking it. All was well: I had myself a fully functioning deadlock. For an hour or two it was a cool new toy. I'd leave my room, lock the door, and stride purposefully into the kitchen. Then I'd suddenly say "ah-hah! An idea!" and return to my room. Then I'd look all surprised to discover a locked door.

Both Mispel and Arena thought this was rather amusing, at least for a while. Then they both went away over Easter. I'm not sure if there was a coincidence.

Having the house to myself was great, but it was only great for about two hours.

Then I locked my keys in my room.

And because it was Easter, it was difficult to get a locksmith. When I finally convinced one to come he got the lock open in about three seconds. To my great dismay, he used one of those dainty little forks. To celebrate my return to my own room, I sold him the lock, and used the proceeds to buy some caviar.