emanymton
A cat politely sat on the flaming gardener.
Speaking of glasses I must need knew ones as I read that as wanking holiday at first.On a walking holiday in Iceland I stayed at a bunkhouse that had been converted from an old farmhouse that was reputed to be haunted by a poltergeist which moved things around.
I washed half a dozen pairs of socks and as there weren't any clothes pegs I tied them on washing line to dry overnight. The next morning they were all on the floor. It hadn't been at all windy so I could only think it might have been the poltergeist.