I think one of my worst moments came when I was a young married, at the time with long blonde hair and a very good figure. We had a neighbor next door, an older man who was married to a shrew, who always seemed a little too interested when I was outside working in the yard if my husband was not at home.

One day, I was home sick from work and running around in see-through pyjamas, commuting between the kitchen and the bedroom, trying to cook dinner. I needed a cookbook I had stashed in the garage, so I went through the connecting door, shutting it behind me to keep the cold out. A milisecond after I shut it, I remembered that the door locked automatically!

Well, there I was, sick, barefoot, in see-through pyjamas, and locked in a very cold garage in winter, three hours before my husband was due home from work. We'd left a house key with neighbors, just in case...but guess which neighbors?

I had to go next door, dressed (or undressed) like that, explain what had happened, and ask for our key. Of course, his wife was not home and I had all I could do to keep him from coming with me. When my husband got home, he was not amused, and he at once disabled the automatic locking feature.

Quel embarrassment!