User blog comment:Zaffie/Yo Folks/@comment-1266530-20120602135056

But your doorknob story is so much better than mine! Basically, it broke the same way. Except it was my Dad fiddling with it, not my Mum. He said it was too stiff and so tried to loosen it, but ended up breaking the whole handle/knob thing off. So all my family members that happened to be nearby gathered in my bedroom to watch it being fixed. Unfortunately, my Dad managed to lock us all in the room. My brother (who was upstairs) couldn't hear us shouting. So my Dad had to climb out of my window and run up the garden in his socks. He managed to get us out. But, quite like your doorknob, mine is still not fixed... :(

Your Mum sounds amazing, by the way! Burgling and sparkling! That's so funny! Mine is just embarrassing. Kind of wish my Grannie was my Mum. She's a bit weird and from Dundee, so comes out with bizarre nonsense about pigeons in blankets and the Egyptians attacking Britain...

And yay! I clicked the link! It already looks... (trying to think of a word that isn't cool, amazing or awesome) ... stunning! That's a good one! Better go and figure out how to create a new e-mail address...