Locked

Turned out my key does not unlock my flat door, when someone locks it twice. It took one Italian dinner (mmmh Capricosa and garlic bread) and a couple of phone calls until one of my flat mates unlocked it, looking rather puzzled why I couldn't. Hmpf, Mel and I spent fifteen minutes twisting and turning the key in the key-hole - anyone remember the scene of Disney's The Rescuers Down Under, where the funny lizard animal tries to unlock its cage? «... and then you turn it a little to the left and pull it out a bit, with a faked twist to the right you then push...»