A miscellany of heaven-only-knows-what along with opinionated nonsense from the largest village in Cornwall. Plenty of silliness, very little of merit and the occasional tirade.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Knob knob knobbity knob
Auntie Sharon grows tomatoes. She has a bumper crop this year. She saved one especially for me because she seems to labour under the misapprehension that I have a childish sense of humour and find knobs funny. The simple fact that I've been known to say that if something'sdangly or smelly it must be funny has nothing to do with it.