Oh, So Cross!!!

Not a photograph of any artistic merit whatsoever, but a good excuse for a rant.

After sitting in post-Thanksgiving-returning-from-Grandmother's-house traffic for three or so hours, we finally managed to return to Boston from Connecticut this afternoon.

While we were away in Florida, we had workmen come to finish up the niggling little things that were still left unfinished from the job done when we moved here in March.  This afternoon I noticed that the little antique side table that sits next to Mr. W's favourite reading chair in the living room looked a bit peculiar, although I couldn't figure out exactly why until I went to straighten it from the odd angle it was positioned in.  It was at that point that one of the legs stayed on the ground when I lifted the rest of the table up to reposition it!  Someone had obviously knocked into it, or knocked it over, or sat on it (?) and had then just propped the broken leg on the underside of the top, hoping we wouldn't discover the damage.

It really makes me so cross when things like this happen.  Why, oh why couldn't they have at the very least left me a note?  Did they think we'd never notice?  I'm just glad Mr. W didn't settle down with a nice, full glass of red wine ... that would've been just fantastic splashed all over our white carpet!

So, here the injured table sits on the kitchen counter, looking remarkably like some sort of dead insect with its legs in the air, waiting for the reparative gluing ministrations of Mr. W to dry.