Things fall apart
Oct. 19th, 2018 03:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustThe bad new is, I have broken the stepladder.
The good news is that I was not using it at the time.
Damaged in transit, I suppose you'd say. I had reached the stage where I could not shelve any more crime fiction until I made more room on the shelves (by moving some paperbacks to the shallower top shelf). I have carried the stepladder down the stairs from the cupboard where it lives, and was about to carry it into the spare bedroom. But I misjudged the angle, and gave the top of the ladder a smart tap on the door frame. There was a musical ringing note, and a single screw fell to the floor. But clearly that single screw was all that was holding the steps together.
Which wasn't the worst way to find that out.
The good news is that I was not using it at the time.
Damaged in transit, I suppose you'd say. I had reached the stage where I could not shelve any more crime fiction until I made more room on the shelves (by moving some paperbacks to the shallower top shelf). I have carried the stepladder down the stairs from the cupboard where it lives, and was about to carry it into the spare bedroom. But I misjudged the angle, and gave the top of the ladder a smart tap on the door frame. There was a musical ringing note, and a single screw fell to the floor. But clearly that single screw was all that was holding the steps together.
Which wasn't the worst way to find that out.
