I wandered into town this morning and came across a nice lady in the market selling traditional wooden toys, which is a thing you don’t see much of these days.
Aren’t they nice?
See the little house? Isn’t it lovely?
Unlike my fucking house when I got home to find that a shelf had collapsed in the workshop, covering the whole floor in paint, glue, shattered lightbulbs, broken glass, chisels and assorted damaged power tools.