Three children locked in the lavatory

Day after Boxing Day
Nuora's birthday so went for lunch at Prezzo. Husband had a hospital appointment - heart check-up - so wasn't able to come. Though they were happy with most things his blood pressure was high. This was strange as every check-up he's had over the past months his bp has been normal. 'Try and avoid stress.' Such as going for a heart check-up maybe?

Everyone came back to ours then so we could wait for the arrival of Elder Son and family. Huge traffic jams on the motorway meant they were late arriving, timing their arrival with the drama that will be recalled every Christmas from now on.

Oh dear, what can the matter be? Three young children locked in the lavatory.

Before you ask, I don't know why there were three of them in there, or why one of them decided to lock the door. 

Our downstairs toilet door has always been a bit dodgy: we've had guests locked in there before, and, indeed, one day I had to call the plumber to get me out. But I thought the problem had been fixed. Well, the major problem has but it's still tricky to unlock. And to lock in fact.

So there we were with three children, aged 7, 4 and 3, locked in. Instructions were shouted through the door. 'Turn the key this way, turn it that way, wiggle it, take it out and try again.' No joy.
'Can you pass the key under the door?' No. 

Daughter said, 'When this happened on Topsy and Tim they took the door handle off and that worked.' 
'What good will that do?' Younger Son asked.
'It worked for Topsy and Tim,' I said so went and  found a screwdriver and removed handle. It didn't help at all.
'Put down the toilet seat, stand on it, open the window at the top and pass the key out.' It won't open. 
'Is there a lock on it?' Yes. 
Frantic search for the key. 

Husband who if you recall had been told to avoid stress was having a long lazy bath - fortunately. I went upstairs and asked, as casually as I could, 'Do you know where the key to the toilet window is?'
'Hanging up in the pantry.'
There is a huge number of keys hanging up in the pantry.
We found one that opened the opposite small window and passed that over the door. 
'Try this in the window.' No, didn't work. 

By now Elder Son has arrived and most of family is screaming advice through the door. Children inside are remaining quite calm. Unlike Granny who is saying, 'Break the window! Knock down the door!'

Son-in-law who had been in work has also arrived now and is asking for a crowbar and, 'Do you mind if I wreck the door?'

At this point all the key-wiggling finally worked and the door opened. 

'And that is how GrandSon2 was a hero!' is how the story will be told by generations to come. They were locked in for about twenty-five minutes but that will probably become closer to an hour as the years go by ...