The Noisy Recliner

Last December, just days before Christmas, I decided to pull out the old steel-framed recliner from the shed—you know the one, vintage 1980s, ugly AF, but comfier than your Nan’s hugs. It had sentimental value and, more importantly, the best view of the telly.
Only problem? It squeaked. Not a little chirp. I’m talking full-blown banshee wail every time you shifted your weight. My partner issued a stern warning: “That chair does not come inside until it stops screaming.”
I tried everything—tightening bolts, swapping out washers, pleading with the universe. Nothing worked. Then, like a true Aussie bloke, I turned to my trusted sidekick: WD-40.
I gave every joint, hinge, and hidden nook a generous spray. Within seconds—silence. Glorious, squeakless silence. I leaned back. No screech. I leaned forward. No groan. I even did a test sit-and-rock manoeuvre with a smirk of satisfaction. It was smoother than a cold beer on a 40-degree day watching the Boxing Day Test
That chair came inside, was declared “miraculously tolerable” by the missus, and ended up being Dad’s throne on Christmas Day.
Moral of the story? WD-40 didn’t just fix a chair—it saved Christmas.