My wife just cooked a huge pot of borst. I put it on the balcony and cooled it. We have a bear here. And the cover on the pot is not native, from any other pot is smaller. It clamps there on the edges of little and little and, scuco, screams on the wind, irritates... And I watch hockey.
I went, took the jacket (the one that the shoe glued). I’ll press the cover. And she, scuco, turned, the edge failed...and the hammer in the borst broke.
There is a boiler. I’m in panic, I’m running after the squirrels.
I tried to catch the pen of the hamsters - he also fell into the borst and the plate-gubbers.

I sit in the kitchen and watch hockey. In the struggle - the hatchback and squatters. Only I know that.

How to tell my wife? The shoe was glued to the floor, now this too, or it will suffocate in a dream, or it will poison.