I had a plain chrome one for years, and never knew that it had magical properties.
One day I left it on a table in a pub and it disappeared.
When I finally got around to replacing it I bought a heavy brass one. It's ageing well. 
My son, Floyd, in a fit of misguided enthusiasm took to it with a letter punch set and stamped his name into it, (And now I have a permanent reminder to never, ever let him near the metal stamps again. ).
I wrote a childrens' book.
It was called "The question and answer book".
Open the book to page 2 - "Why?".
Turn the page; "Because I say so.".
I didn't think it'd be a best seller.
I've noticed, everywhere I've lived, that the cupboard under the sink, in the laundry, is used to store the things that no one can quite work out what to do with.
I was amusing myself by exploring the murky depths of aforementioned cupboard and I found some wall tiles.
Well, where else would they be?
I had an idea. One of those ideas that I may well become either famous, or notorious for having.
One of those ideas that doesn't take into account fiddly details such as the laws of physics, or the next to sheer impossibility of actually bringing the idea to fruition.
Yes, it's one of my warm and fuzzy, feelgood, probably destined to go nowhere ideas.
I could put some tiles on the floor of the possum house, that way when it's hot she'll be able to sit on the nice, cool tiles.
As ideas go, you probably couldn't get warmer and fuzzier, or, perhaps, cooler and fuzzier than that.
Making it happen might be another thing. The box is, after all, 8 feet off the ground and not sited in a way as to permit easy access, unless you're a possum, in which case it's ideal.
This may be destined to be yet another good idea, or maybe it'll come to something.
If you're happy and you know it...
clap your hands paws...
A story...... by me.....
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Lying in bed after a long day, just the other night.
Lights out, watching TV.
Hubby not home yet. Late........... very late.
A loud noise, like the back door was being broken into. What?
Packing death, I grabbed my phone and thought,
"If someone's coming in the back door, I'm going out the front door"
After quietly investigating, noise was actually on the roof
So...................
After having paid $5,000 to have my roof repaired, forgive me
if I don't share your love of possums
And please don't tell me to build them houses.
They much prefer my ceiling and walls with comfy insulation
I'm sorry to say it, possums, but you Don't Belong in people's houses.
These are appropriate houses for possums..
http://www.ebay.com.au/sch/i.html?_nkw=possum%20box&ssPageName=GSTL
Just saying. 
My thinking on it is simple (at the risk of appearing rude), possums are like people that you meet online; some of them are good, and some of them you'd rather went and lived up a tree, somewhere.
