Peculiarly Sunday Evening Type Of Problem
I have knocked the keys to the back door from their peg into the toaster and I can't get them out.
posted by Helen McCookerybook at Sunday, January 11, 2009
Sunday, January 11, 2009
About Me
- Name: Helen McCookerybook
- Location: London, United Kingdom
Art at:http://helenmccookerybookart.com Music at:http://www.myspace.com/helenmccookerybook I can't decide what I want to be. I thought I was an illustrator and then I turned into a musician by accident. Along the way I've wanted to be a fireman and HGV driver and it's getting too late now! I can't stop writing songs, and if I did, I'd not be able to stop drawing pictures. I wish I could play piano, trumpet and accordion. I always used to long for long blonde hair until I dyed my hair blonde and I looked disgusting. I nearly bought a motorbike (BSA Bantam), but spent the money on a bass amplifier instead and joined Joby and the Hooligans in 1977. I can't resist going into charity shops and buying clothes which I often take back the next day. I eat Magnum Classics all summer long, and mini-poppadums all winter. In spring and autumn, I don't eat anything.
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3 Comments:
Helen, use a wooden implement - like a spoon - for gawd's sake!
I thought I had the only Sunday School of Chaos type of House!
They're quite good lightly done with jam.
Don't worry W.I.N.I, I switched off the toaster and unplugged it before hoisting them out with an old skewer that I bent into a useful hook.
Afterwards, I spread jam on them and ate them for my tea, BT!
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