I thought that there had been an earthquake, really, I did.
Yes, that is indeed a Chinese wedding chest that has tumbled over, launching a heavy television set toward a sofa where I had been sitting a mere 10 minutes earlier.
The floor had given way and the front leg fell through.
And, yes, when my husband walked over to inspect the situation the next morning, his foot broke through, too.
So, the next time you envy me my life in an elegant old house down a Shanghai lane, remember that it has three tall stories, and apparently rotten floors. I know, everything has its pluses and minuses. But, please, try to temper your romantic notions with thoughts of sewer gas backup, and faucets in the shower that give a low-level buzz of electricity. There now– that’s more like it.