So, after moving house last month, my beloved whisk went missing. I loved that whisk. I don’t even know where it came from, but its a mighty fine whisk.
I just assumed that I had left it in the old house, or threw it away with a box by accident, but when gazing at the wall (as you do) eating my breakfast, something glimmered and caught my eye. Its my damn whisk!!! Happy happy me!
I totally forgot that I hung it there, the day I moved in. Twat.
