Tuesday, 12 January 2016

Squeaking again



I hear a squeak. Don’t tell me the door is leaking again & the kitchen floor is wet. I hastily bend down & feel around the floor. No. All is dry. It must have been the soles of my sandals getting wet while I was outside then squeaking on the carpet as I came in. At least the wet is remaining outside, where it should be. You can tell confidence has not yet returned.

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