My door suffered from a severe operation the other night.  My door of 5 years has been badly damaged. Sob, Sob. I know this can be exagerrated but I love my door. I feel sad that this had to happen.  Thanks to my being forgetful! I left my keys with my friend and since my cellphone was inside my house there’s now way i could contact him about my keys. No other choice but to knock on my neighbor’s door for help.

After a few hours of pounding and reaping and pulling and thugging, my doorknob came loose and “open sesame!”

my doorknob after the major operation

I had to cover the hole with felt cloth while I wait for the carpenter to fix my door again.

green felt with heart pins