So we recently bought a new toaster oven. It has a little dial you turn and it ticks while it’s toasting, and then when it’s done it goes DING!
Today The Lovely Rhonda was making some toast and I happened to be standing by when it went DING! This caused me to sing out, involuntarily, “Toh-oast!” in a sort of high-pitched, quavery voice.
There’s a lovely movie called Billy Elliot, about a British boy growing up in the 80’s whose mother has died, his father and brother are striking coal miners, and his old gran lives with them all. And he wants to be a dancer. It’s a great movie, there’s certainly more to it than this, but the reason why I mention is a scene where Billy is making Nan some breakfast. The toaster launches the finished toast into the air, and Nan sings out, “Toh-oast!” while Billy deftly snatches it out of midair.
Okay, so I haven’t thought of that movie in ages, and here I am singing TOH-OAST! to the DING! of the new toaster oven.
This evening I sat down and started rummaging around in things on the interwebs and suddenly thought of a site I used to look at called Found. It’s a site where people submit little notes and pictures and things like that that they’ve found. I looked it up and the fourth or fifth thing to come up was a tiny scrap of paper that said, “Nor Dad! I don’t like Borx’in! I want to be a darn-sa!”
Which of course is a line from Billy Elliott.