[If you peer closely at the left, there's a white-painted iron hook for a cauldron, so that people of yore could cook their potatoes and seaweed. I have no cauldron and people of yore might scoff at my pink casseroles, but we struggle on.]
Meanwhile, we've bought the Little House on the Prairie box set, season 1. It's the perfect thing for my elder daughter (aged 5-6), full of strung emotion and right & wrong. With the heightened cultural awareness of age, I keep expecting Bruce Springsteen to walk on set and belt out a bleak yet redemptive song, accompanied by Charles on the fiddle.
By the way, if anyone knows Bruce, would you ask him whether he'd write a guest post for me? Something keenly socially and politically aware that would help us rise above the wait for a stove.