I went out to the library mid afternoon, stopped for a few groceries and when I got home my stove was missing a side.
Because the door squeaked and I had been making nasty comments about giving up cooking.
See the yellow X?
Paul had to file down some worn spots ( no surprise after 33 years ), do some lubricating and I think he said something about the spring.
I can report that all is quiet now when I open the oven door and food will continue to flow.
We went to see The Golden Compass after dinner, the dinner that went into and out of the oven without a squeal. Paul and I enjoyed it. It was entertaining and visually interesting. Stephen made a few comments about the poor script but he did like the bears. Fussy boy!