as who would not?
So tiny, it only fit me and the cat, and Uncle Mike had to stoop nearly double to get through the kitchen door built for hobbits.
I remember, when we were still redoing the kitchen, and I hadn't even finished peeling the 100 years worth of lino up off the old sandstone tiles, I lit my first coal fire in the grate, put my feet up and thought, "I hope this never ends".
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Do have a quick look at the commbox rules whenever you get the chance. You will see that whining will get you double-banned.
You had hobbits in your kitchen? Did they come for parties, too?
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