tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759432440437112051.post1716512954333740743..comments2023-09-25T05:49:55.388-07:00Comments on The Dead Acorn: And The Dish Ran Away With The SpoonThe Dead Acornhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181757029391161049noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759432440437112051.post-71610795900460077932010-10-25T14:45:35.621-07:002010-10-25T14:45:35.621-07:00Fear of the future and comfort in the past, I thin...Fear of the future and comfort in the past, I think. (Totally a metaphor for love, right there, if it wasn't obvious enough).The Dead Acornhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07181757029391161049noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4759432440437112051.post-56384711192086280222010-10-23T03:00:03.270-07:002010-10-23T03:00:03.270-07:00we have one set of cups that have handles annoying...we have one set of cups that have handles annoyingly small and close to the cup, so that hot drinks are guaranteed to burn you, we never use them. Another set that kept cracking every time a hot drink was poured into one is down to its last man standing - we don't use it either. Why is it so hard to throw out useless delft?Niamh Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06519443787482685320noreply@blogger.com