My nephew (nice lad, beard, metrosexual) has been in town for a conference - so we've been out for a pint - or actuallly a mojito in his case.
He was regaling me with his latest "relationship destroying faux pas" (he's had a few) - apparently using your girlfriend's rabbit to stir the bechamel sauce is not acceptable in polite society ...
... even if it switching it on does remove the lumps ...
that was the 1st world war acronym, - "Norwich, it's an idiomatic way of saying, 'nickers off ready when I come home.'"(Footlights - Eleanor Bron and Alan Bennett)
Bron - "Norwich is not spelt with a K, it's a 'N'"
Bennett - "Yes, that was the first thing that they taught us at Oxford."
No, Ael....it is the truth!..... I was whisking meringue in his garden when the whisk blew up (well it went POP!).....so I got his drill from the shed....attached the beaters in a Heath Robinson sort of way.......and finished the meringue.......☺