In preparation for the long-awaited arrival of our housemates, I am cleaning out the cabinets in the basement apartment where my brother used to live.
And may I say that Aunt Ada Doom (who saw something nasty in the woodshed) ain't got nothin' on me.
Ps. A cookie to anyone who gets that reference.
How would you send a cookie through the internet. I loved Cold Comfort Farm.
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