I pulled the front off the cutlery drawer this morning, in the midst of a couldn’tgetoutofbedrunninglate start to the day. The whole bloody thing came off in my hand and the contents tumbled out. The dilemma? Finish my cuppa tea or try to put it back on. I stuffed things back in and laid the deceased cabinet piece on the counter – respectfully.
Coming home this evening I examined the corpse carefully and determined no screws or screw driver would resurrect the piece: the mechanical hardware had broken.
Your just going to leave it? My son inquired.
Feel free to fix it, I replied, and meant every word.