Blog 135. Take the Plunge, Spare the Thrunge

I first became aware of a major crisis developing in the kitchen when I saw Jane scuttling past the drawing room carrying a sink plunger. It was 2130 and supper had completed long ago; indeed, it was at that time in the day when I normally sat in the armchair, burping quietly as my digestiveContinue reading “Blog 135. Take the Plunge, Spare the Thrunge”