In which Adam Delved escapes through a window, again

A while back, I may have regaled you with the tale of my daring escape from a bathroom into the Canadian winter, without shoes. That particular event had ultimately been caused by the curious geometry of our apartment, and immediately precipitated by an oven door popping open by just a few millimeters. I am now happy to report that my daring exploits continue.

The handle on our bathroom door had been slowly falling apart for a week or two, and I'd made a mental note to fix it at some point. That point had not yet arrived when I went in to take a shower one hot day. I pulled the door shut behind me. The door latched, and I found that the inside handle would not turn the tongue. I was trapped.

L was at work and would not be back for several hours. And a further problem: I had just come in from weeding the garden. I was sweaty, dirty, and I stank. And so I'd stripped off my clothes before going into the bathroom. I was stark naked.

As Bertrand Russell would say, this left me in a logical cleft stick from which there was only one recourse. A recourse I had practiced once before, in a different place and at a different season. It was out the window for me.
 

The road to freedom

It seems like most windows have some mechanism for removing a sash without tools. In this case, I found I could pivot the sash in and then lift it out at an angle. My pathway to escape was clear.

I spent some time considering whether or not I should take a towel with me. Ultimately I decided not to. I couldn't wear the towel on my way out; it would just get in the way of the maneuvers I had to do. And if I pushed out the towel so I could pick it up once I'd exited, it would just get dirty. And besides, the neighbours would still have seen a naked man climb out of a window. The neighbour's house was a hundred yards away, the door to get back in was close by, and I didn't think anyone would look out at just that instant.

It was time to turn plans into action. Get up onto the toilet. One leg over the window sash, and then - very carefully, watch out for splinters! - the other. Mild shock at summer breezes encountering parts of me which had never previously encountered summer breezes. Hop off the ledge onto the crawlspace cover. Very very fast scuttle to the back door, and back inside.

Victory was mine. I took my long-awaited shower - and then I got a screwdriver and took out that bathroom door handle!