The old trusty Creaky Door that we have lived with over a year now is no more. We will miss you, dear old creaky door!
Our door started creaking less than two months after we moved in, but we were not too concerned about it. We soon realized that it was actually beneficial, it would inform us if someone was opening the door, without the need to keep an eye on it. Whenever guys played with their cell-phones, or had packets of Chauchau or coffee or biscuits, they could trust the door to make noise as it opened and give them enough time to pretend to be reading.
Until last week, that is. Mr. BLP was taking his usual rounds, and he came to our room and talked to us for some time. As he was shutting the door while leaving, he noticed the creak. He asked if anyone had oil. No one from our room had it, so he got a bottle from the next room and poured some over the hinges. It was eerily silent after that. It felt like we had lost a friend.
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