It was around the beginning of Lent when the mirror upstairs launched itself off the wall. Such a crashing cacophony it made, I’d thought part of the chimney collapsed. All was in order on the roof, so I climbed the narrow stairs to see what else could have caused the commotion. The mirror – a heavy, framed, full length antique was laying face down on the landing, smashed into many tiny shards.
Curious as to the cause, I tiptoed through the shattered debris to examine the flat-head screw upon which the mirror had been hanging, uneventfully – all this time. It remained fixed securely to the stone wall.
All other investigations lead to nothing, so I figured the mirror had come down and smashed for some reason I did not yet understand.