I conquered the mountain of dishes and polished my fridge and rearranged the fridge poetry. The dust wombats are still alive, the pile of laundry still lounging in my bedroom. No news from across the big pond yet. My amazon.co.uk sales rank is 5973.
The fridge poetry is a bit depressing because I’ve got only the “love poetry” set which means that there’re lots of “stars”, “sunshine”, “yearning”, “tears”, “sorrow” and “love” — and all resulting poems sound slightly sappy or cheesy. But since this was the only fridge poetry set I could get … *shrug*
Here’s one of these outbursts of genius on stainless steel: