The wall behind our kitchen range was tiled last week while we had no Internet access. I couldn't post a photograph of it, couldn't read a minor flood of admiring comments and the occasional quibble from maverick commentators who would have said that I should have chosen pink tiles, or perhaps something more country-style with pictures of roosters. It was as though it had been tiled in vain.
Scottish Husband says he is going to fix the magnetic knife-strip back into place. I merely mention this in case he reads this post.