After 109 years (my house was built in 1907), the bedroom closet door knob self-destructed. I was in the bathroom when I heard a pop and thud. I looked around but didn't see anything obvious.
I thought I had seen Uno so figured she had knocked something on to the floor. When I went in the bedroom to get dressed, I saw the little spring in the photo lying on the floor. The doorknob looked okay but the knobs didn't turn and there was another pop.
I took the thing apart and discovered the broken brass piece at the bottom of the photo. Now I'll see if I can find a replacement. Hmmm.
This falling apart thing was totally spontaneous. I wasn't near the door or doorknob. Is the ghost of Elizabeth back?
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