Nita, my 86 year old neighbour, came to seek sanctuary for a few hours today, because her bungalow was being fumigated for bed bugs.  Three very professional young men with a lot of serious equipment and a discrete unmarked black van.

    When it was time to go home she'd managed to lock herself out.

    "Oh no, what am I going to do?  I know exactly where the keys are, on the kitchen table."

    I had a look around and saw that her bedroom window was pulled shut but not locked.   Couldn't get it open with just my fingers though.

    "Don't panic, just let me get a little tool to help."  The poor old dear was shivering a bit, because when she came around it was still sunny and she didn't have a jacket.

    I slipped the window open with a little bit of stiff plastic, (a mesh gauge for netmaking), moved her windowsill ornaments to one side, and scrambled in.  Well, slowly levered myself in.  It's two or three years since I last went in through a window and I've stiffened up a bit since then.

    Nita was terrified I'd fall and hurt myself and suggested finding a smaller local kid to do the 'entering' bit

    But by that point it would have been just as difficult to get back down again as carry on.  Plus, if all else failed,  I'd rather fall onto carpet indoors than unforgiving  paving slabs outside.  With a few unseemly grunts the job was done, and I opened her door from inside for her.

    I shall probably ache a bit tomorrow.

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    Maybe I should 'take kindly the counsel of the years.

    But not just yet ;-)

    Gyppo

Perhaps she might make a spare key to keep at your house, since she now knows you can break in anyway. Just a thought.

Very impressive, Gyppo.  The last time I did that I was about 20 years old.  These days I have enough trouble getting in the usual way, up the step.