There is a sign here at the flat in edinburgh telling us not to leave the front door on "the snib". Now - I thought that might be just a britishism for "ajar" but it turns out it is a specific part of the door locking mechanism - that little piece that moves in and then latches when a door closes.
Well - we had a lot of fun with the word snib. But the joke's on us: we are somehow locked in the apartment - awaiting james braly's rescue. My big fear iis that we'd miss the show - bigger fear is that we'd miss our flights sunday.
It is scary. We are locked in.
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