Earlier this week, when opening my hall closet, the door wouldn’t budge. I exerted some muscle and eventually it gave way, almost falling on me. As usual in these situations, I panicked, calmed down, then tried making a diagnosis. I’m feeble at this, but even I could see the door had come off its track. I couldn’t tell whether this was a 5-minute fix or would require my taking out a second mortgage to repair it. I phoned a friend who came right over, figured out what was wrong and made it right. And here’s what I mean about angel. He insisted on vacuuming up the dust.
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I bought a book for small home repairs a few decades ago and use ‘Youtube’ as often as I can. There are some things I just cannot fix because I would just make it worse. I’m glad you found a friend to help. Its really a bonus he is part angel.
For an hour, it was like having a knight in shining armor.
I think a knight trumps an angel.
A vacuuming knight trumps everthing.