This morning Vince moved a box downstairs for me. As I’ve been opening boxes, I seem to have lost almost all my good knives. I will cut open a box, then put the knife somewhere. Eventually I will find them all . . I hope.
When Vince moved the box, he said “This looks like a crime scene – a knife is stuck in the wall!”
I guess it was on top of the stack of boxes and fell off. It was stuck just between the baseboard and the drywall – a tiny hole in the drywall you’d never even notice but it was kinda funny.