Whilst doing breakfast for the grandchildren, I dropped a piece of toast on the floor. IT LANDED BUTTER SIDE UP! As if that wasn't a sign, I then noticed that the butter had melted into the shape of Mount Sainiai.
I think this whole day is now blessed.
Do you think I should go to the pub and meditate on these wondrous things? Is the Pope casting spells maybe?
I always find that its better to drop the toast first and THEN butter it.
Voila, a miracle every time.
Good to see your sense of humour returning Theland ;-)