Part of the process of moving is to pack up the dinner setting. This meant i will get to see just how big my Johnson is.
Like the Pied Piper of Hamelin i marched through the house playing my flute, and the Johnson followed me.
ok, really, i went from room to room, searching through the wardrobes, cupboards, and sideboards, searching for where i had stashed pieces of the setting.
The final result was staggering.