Now, most folk would say a deck chair is a simple yet useful item. I would have to disagree. One trapped me in the bathroom this morning for about 20 minutes. It bit my fingers when I tried to gently move it upwards and continued its capture. Stealth and cunning were required to confound it into allowing me to escape. The moral of this story is never store a deck chair behind the bathroom door in a cottage with thick walls. It will not end well for the non-deck chair component of any engagement you might have with it. I've never liked them, despite their beauty, I find them to be contemptuous contraptions which defy logic. If you have one then watch it, its sure to be up to, or thinking of how to get up to mischief. The hoonds of course looked on in glee, equally pesky, they were of no help. They prefer to loll on the sofa!