This is clearly the season in New England for things to become over-encumbered, fall down and break other -- quite important -- things.
My wife had apparently gradually accumulated so much cosmetic and pharmacological shit in our (large) medicine cabinet that it finally tore off the wall today and exploded on the floor. I use that word advisedly -- I was in the basement at the time and I thought a plane had hit the fucking house. It also managed to take out the toilet, straight across the s-bend. Clean-up was a real treat and as I was gloomily inventorying all the new things we need (storage, tiles, throne etc.) the unrepentant perp further improved my mood by saying: "I hate this bathroom. Call the builders after Christmas and let's get it completely redone!"