[Galadriel55]

This happened today, for real. It's a bit of a story.

I was washing the windows on the second floor of my house. Some of them I could do on both sides without much trouble, but for others I had to stand halfway out the window to reach certain spots. Just beneath one window there is a wide cornice, so I stood on it, since that is more comfortable than leaning out the window. And then, I don't know what I was thinking, but I closed the window behind myself. And then I realised that I locked myself out, standing on the roof, two storeys up.

Now, this is where my obsession with LOTR becomes evident: the first thing that I mentally called myself was ninnyhammer. Out of all the names I could use. I could definitely pick a more colourful one. But ninnyhammer was the first that came to mind. My obsession has deep roots, it seems.