With all the wet weather in Swansea, our front door has massively expanded. Last year it used to be slightly harder to open when it was wet, but nothing like this. Literally, I haven’t been able to open our front door alone for the past week or two! It usually takes two of us, although I think my housemates are stronger than me, because they seem to be able to do it on their own more often than I can. But seriously, if I’ve been in the house on my own, then I haven’t been able to get out! Luckily it hasn’t happened much, and when it has happened, I haven’t needed to go out. Its a major health and fire hazard, especially as its our only ground floor exit. There aren’t even any windows that open out to the ground floor (trust me – I’ve considered alternative exits!).
I wrote a letter to the landlords over a week ago about it, and it was given to them with our rent cheques. This morning I really was beginning to get more than a little annoyed at the door, which was refusing to open. Especially when we noticed the door frame cracking at the excessive force we were having to apply to get out of the house! Assertively ringing the landlords was added to my list of things to do today. And then, I was sat on my bed working and I could hear a distinctive sawing sound. I went to investigate and discovered our landlord dutifully shrinking our door!!! Thank goodness! We’re not locked in anymore!