Me And The House, Falling Apart

GRMBLE GRUMBLE GRUMBLE

A long time ago, when Nick was about 6 years old, he made a mess of my kitchen bar stools with a pen knife. He was poking holes in a plastic lid so his pet toad could get air. He cut that lid straight through to the seats on my stools.

Last year I replaced those seats, keeping the metal bases. The new seats weren’t as comfortable as the old ones but they were close enough. ...