In the absence of any kind of local hardware store, our village supermarket stocks a small selection of basic hardware goods, and as we were there this evening after work, I left Mr Dizzo there in the hardware section looking for some WD40 while I went off to get eggs and cheese.
I returned a moment later, complete with eggs and cheese, to be greeted by him standing there with a sink plunger held against his forehead, saying ... ex-ter-min-ate - ex-ter-min-ate ...
... and this is a 'typical' night in the Dizzo household!
Oh yes, and look what we ended up having for dinner ...
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