I didn't have a complete breakdown when I locked myself out of my flat for the THIRD time this year.

I opened my front door myself in the end because the person trying to drill through my doorframe and pop the lock was incompetent (I nicked his hammer and used it to lever the door open through the letterbox).

After this debacle I met up with my friends for dinner and had a nice time, even though I felt crap about missing the pre-dinner film we had arranged to see.

Bonus! I gave a spare set of keys to a friend to prevent future occurrences.