Every morning when I walked into the kitchen, I would become very confused as the kitchen table would be about an inch away from the wall. At first I thought it was Harley, moving the table when he ate breakfast, but then last night I figured out what it was. We cooked roast pork last night and left it on the bench to cool. When we returned to the kitchen minutes later, the juices had run down the bench, onto the floor and under the fridge. Now I understood! Our entire kitchen (and house for all I know) is on a lean! Mystery solved.