Sorry, Max, no implication intended. I was just thinking back to my M-i-L days, bless their little cotton socks, when we had to go round the house collecting up anything they could use to destroy our home and its contents, and lock them all away, before either arrived.
And I got it wrong. There are some wonderful M-i-L horror stories involving Countdown teapots, so please add them to the other two. :lol: