I walked out into the garden and heard a clatter from inside the door. When I attempted to get back inside, I found that a mop had fallen, wedging between a kitchen cabinet and a storage shelf to create a mop-handle length barrier for the door to wedge against. The door would only open wide enough to allow access by the smallest child-like hand. I had to borrow a child from next door to move the mop and "break in". Though to clarify, I said the F-word before I fetched the child.