Round the table

Still no paragraphs. I suspect the blog needs an overhaul. After I made some rude remark about the Prime Minister's Cabinet (and I'm glad to live in a free country where you can be rude about the government and get away with it), Helen pointed out that the Prime Minister's Cabinet is where he keeps his china, glass and tablecloths. She also said that you have to keep an eye on your dining table or it'll eat everything in the house. Tell me about it. I had an occasional table. Well, sometimes I did. And a nest of tables, until they all hatched out and flew away. The trouble with multiplication tables is that you end up with dozens of them, and a constable is where prisoners sit. OK, everyone, it's furniture time.