I’m slightly worried this morning, because yesterday Abel phoned from the foreign city he’s working in, and gleefully informed me that he’d not only found the craft market within the first millisecond of being in town, but he’s also bought a hairbrush and a giant wooden spoon.
Hand-made, I suppose. Um, yay. Go us for supporting local crafts.
Something in his voice told me that I’m going to either hate these things, or loathe them, or maybe despise them.
Tee hee. Isn’t it nice when Abel brings you presents back from his travels?
Mind you, I have to confess to being allergic to hairbrushes and wooden spoons myself – evil things – I come out in red blotches.
Lovely gifts, you are a lucky girl. I have a soft spot for hairbrushes and wooden spoons… a soft and often tender spot that is
Was it something in his voice or simply the words “hairbrush” and “wooden spoon?” Those would be enough for me!
I hope for your sake you’re having houseguests soon!
They really *are* quite delightfully evil. But I have no idea how I’m going to explain the wooden spoon – which is far too large to fit into my rucksack – to the delegates on today’s course!
@indy – do you really want to be wishing implements on houseguests?! After all, surely at some point you will end up being a guest in some kinky person’s house, and then the implement karma will come get you.
@Abel – you’re a keen cook who can never resist a new (and apparently giant?!) wooden spoon? I’m sure that would pass. Though seriously, how big IS this spoon?
@Eliane. Hmmm, good point. I’ll have to stay in houses with no tops, then. Or no hairbrushes or wooden spoons. I’m a reasonable woman, after all.
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