At Least This Time It Wasn't One Of My Mother's

[poliphilo]

This afternoon I broke another chair. That makes it three this year. We were in a coffee shop in Allington.  The chair had metal legs screwed to a wooden seat. I shifted my position a little and instead of offering resistance the seat went with me. Did I hear a very faint scrunch? I wasn't sure.  I shifted cautiously to the left and again the seat seemed to move,  then cautiously to the right and there was a rending sound and I was sitting on the floor.