A Smashing Time

Once upon a time, in a town far, far away, I lived for a year in a house which appeared to have magic kitchen lino - in so far as if you ever accidentally dropped something - even a glass - it would bounce.

I rather wish I was still there. In the last two days I have dropped - and smashed - a wine bottle (empty, don't panic) and a cat-food dish.

I am now somewhat nervously awaiting the third thing, because there will, inevitably, be one. I believe it's the rules.

However, on the educational front, I do now know exactly what a smithereen looks like.