SueDonim To find a wigwam for a horse's bridle
Jogged my memory: my mother, when asked about the contents of exciting parcels at Christmas time, would say helpfully, "it's a whim-wham for a mustard mill".
She also told me, aged two, that if I continued to grab at the red-hot pokers in my grandmother's garden I would burn my hands, and I believed her for years.
Baby Reindeer - anyone watched it?
Gary Glitter programme Tuesday