There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile. And he found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile. He had a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse. And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
In England's delightful little Suffolk town of Lavenham the old nursery rhyme takes on an element of truth as many of the half timbered, brightly coloured and noticeably crooked, seem to lean on each other in a drunken fashion
as if for support...
I wouldn't mind living in a crooked house, but those crooked houses are way too close together for this country boy.
ReplyDeleteIt seems that old houses get a little off kilter just like people as they age.
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