Things get pretty quite when Stray Toaster goes on hiatus. I hope whatever the problem is it's soon resolved.
Elsewhere I was on full baby-sitting duties yesterday with David and Joshua, 6 months and 2 years respectively. The best entertainment of the day was to put Uncle Stephen's head in the door frame and repeatedly slam the door on Uncle Stephen's head. That got the most amount of laughs.
Yes I know, you've wanted to do that for a long time but no, you can't try it too.
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Aw, come on. Not even with a light-weight screen door?
Well that would be preferable to the solid wood antique door, a trinket from the British Embassy in Dublin, which was being used.
There’s a metaphor in there somewhere I think.
Actually, I have a friend who lives in a beautiful big house, all marble and granite hallways and so on - the most extravagent being a 30’ square veranda decked in Blue Mourne Granite. The builder was a contractor of the MOD and all the nice stone is waste from the historic buildings the IRA blew up!
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