Follow-up

I LAUGHED at Maureen Johnson and her predicament with a trapped toggle (Peterborough). In 1949, when I was 12, I used to go home at lunchtime because I didn’t like school dinners. My mother was a dinner lady at my former infants’ school and I would collect a front-door key from her on my way home and leave it on the kitchen work unit before going back to school. One day as I shut the front door when I left, my coat got caught. Try as I might, tugging and pulling, I could not release my coat. It was winter, bitterly cold and in the middle of a snowstorm. I was forced to remove my coat and run all the way to the infants school to get my mother’s other door key. By the time I got back home, I was soaked to the skin. I don’t think I’ve ever been so cold. I had to stay at home for the rest of the afternoon because as my mother no longer had her spare key, I would have to let her in, knowing that when I did I would be in for trouble! E. Johnstone, Brentwood, Essex.