Something quite exciting happened today. When I say exciting I think I probably mean something else entirely but that will do for now. But this thing of which I speak (write, whatever) has to do with my front door. This door (wooden, painted blue and white, facing west) did, in the way that depraved inanimate objects (or doors, anyway) can do, wedge itself firmly shut and then refused all entreaties to unbudge. It was encouraged to behave in this way by the house gyrating on its foundations under other, possibly malign, influences. (It's a regular concatenation of circumstances that goes back to the beginning of time. I can't cover it all here). But anyway, to cut a long story a little shorter, the movement of the house didn't marry well with the position of the door and it was shut very firmly. That was in February.
But today two fellows (not lads as I expected) turned up and expended some energy and coaxed (kicked) the door out of its sullen and uncooperative mood, prettied it up with a new lock and a new handle (another story) and now it opens again. Hey presto! I just have to remind myself. I've got out of the habit of going that way.
But today two fellows (not lads as I expected) turned up and expended some energy and coaxed (kicked) the door out of its sullen and uncooperative mood, prettied it up with a new lock and a new handle (another story) and now it opens again. Hey presto! I just have to remind myself. I've got out of the habit of going that way.