Our baby gates don't get a lot of use to be honest. Our stairs can only be semi-gated, as the bottom four steps are turning a corner out in the room, without surrounding walls. And Anya is so sociable, and so into picking up and playing with whatever we don't want her to pick up and play with, that we've never really done the thing of sequestering her in one bit of the house while we sit in the drawing room with a stiff G 'n' T.
So mostly they stand sentinel in doorways, sprung open with roof-rack luggage straps. Occasionally, if Anya and the cat look like coming to blows, we might use a gate to separate them. But Jasper blew that particular trick the other day by jumping clean over one of them.
Anyway, I'm glad that someone has found a use for them. Anya has discovered that she can swing a gate closed, stand up behind it and start shaking it like she's been framed for some sort of baby crime she didn't commit. Maybe Grievous Bodily Poo. Or Pottering With Intent.
Should there ever be a remake of Prisoner: Cell Block H she will be fully trained for the audition.
PS Three weird naming facts about Prisoner I found on that Wikipedia:
1. The British screening got that "Cell Block H" suffix because of an injunction from ATV, who produced that existential 60s whimsical thriller The Prisoner, and considered the name too similar. Aussies just know it as Prisoner.
2. It has a cult following in Sweden, where it is called Kvinnofängelset.
3. The Canadians called it Caged Women, which sounds like some terrible 70s Italian exploitation film.
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