Mr Tabubil is feeling peevish. That 8.3 earthquake last September knocked our front door out of skew. and we now have a one centimeter gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. It's not much gap, but in cold weather it leaks heat like a broken sieve, and whenever there's a wind, the draft hits the far side of the apartment with a speed that makes one ponder more exotic aspects of physics and meteorology. It's probably something quantum.*
Mr Tabubil has bought a rubber weather strip to cover the gap.
We didn't get one last winter, because most of the city was in our position, and there was a run on the hardware stores and by the time everything was back in stock, the weather was warm.
This evening he took the door off its hinges, screwed on the brass plate of the weather strip, and spent three quarters of an hour fussing and straining and worrying and fiddling and putting a hold in his hand and hammering and crimping and bashing and pulling to get the un-skewed door back on its hinges. Turns out a lot of things were out of skew.
And then he closed the door - and the rubber bit of the weather strip, quite unceremoniously, peeled off.
Right now he is browsing the websites of the major hardware chains with the request to be left alone please, and, at intervals, huffing hugely.
*(Sir Pterry - respect.)