…is it, that when I open the cupboard above the stove, the one thing that happens to fall out is a pack of toothpicks that isn’t closed?
Why…
…does it happen when I am racing to get a meal ready for the about to arrive Out-laws?
Why…
…do I then spend the next couple of minutes picking up 200 tiny pieces of wood off the floor, and stuffing them back into a container that seems to be a distant relative of Dr Who’s Tardis. They came out of that container, so they must fit back in…right?
Why…
…do I then notice that my kitchen floor is in desperate need of a good scrubbing?
Why…
…at the end of lunch, on all days, having never before given it a second thought, does the Father Out-law ask for a toothpick!
