Mrs B and I had a similar episode about three yrs ago.
I was still notionally based in London but on a work from home day. She had a booking to be in a school half a county away and got into en suite shower c07:45 while I was meant to go downstairs and make a pot of tea. Trouble was I couldn't get out of the bedroom as the handle was no longer enagaged with the latch!
Fortunately The Lad was still in 6th form and dozing in bed. Managed to rouse him to go downstairs and get tools and with instruction, notwithstanding he's inherited my Dad's inability to use any tool except perhaps a hammer, he managed to let us out.
Otherwise we'd have been shouting or telephoning neighbour with keys and hoping she could sort us out. She's a resourceful lady in mid sixties and probably more useful with a screwdriver than The Lad!!
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