Hanging about...

Part of JT's collection of implements which hang (just out of my reach) above the cooker. It makes him laugh when I have to leave the smaller things for him to hang up. And every time it makes me swear mutter under my breath wondering why he didn't just hang it a couple of centimetres lower. Fortunately the very sharp knives live elsewhere so he won't be too tempted to plunge one into my heart.

However, no sign of the domestic goddess or use of fancy implements this evening.