I recall watching an episode of 'Midsomer Murders' in which an elderly woman was killed by a falling pile of hoarded newspapers from a stack which went up to the ceiling and filled rooms from wall to wall, leaving only a narrow walkway.

Our dishwasher is having conniptions, looks like it's time for a new one. We could wash everything by hand.....but we waited a long time to get a dishwasher, and it does make life easier for two Olde Phartes.

And the kitchen ceiling light has packed it in. We have bought a replacement and are eagerly awaiting a call from an electrician to install it.

Otherwise, life up here on the hill in paradise continues uneventfully.