jammed ovenbird You would think, in a battle between a person and a cutlery drawer, the victor would be quickly and decisively declared. But it turns out that if your mother-in-law manages to put a nine inch chef’s knife into your knife block (inside said cutlery drawer) so spectacularly wrong that the drawer won’t open, the path to victory is convoluted and uncertain. In this particular scenario you are faced with a drawer that will only open half an inch because the handle of the knife is wedged behind the wooden framework of the countertop. This is the top drawer, so there’s no chance of getting to it from above. Your husband, a mechanical engineer, will work on this problem for a number of hours with no success and progressively more swearing. You will give him credit for getting half way to the solution by rigging up a wire covered in double sided Gorilla Tape, which you can stick securely to the knife handle. His error will be trying to pull the knife forward. This doesn’t work. You, his wife, armed only with a degree in literature and a penchant for poetry, will recommend pulling sideways. He will ignore this suggestion, because “it doesn’t make logical sense.” He’ll eventually have to go to work and you will test out your own idea and, lo and behold, you’ll manage to tip the entire knife block over sideways inside the drawer, freeing the knife. You will really struggle not to gloat after. Okay, you will completely fail not to gloat after. You feel like that monkey who finally figures out how to pull a banana through the bars of the cage. You feel like you’ve solved some Mensa level logic puzzle. You feel like your brain has proven that it still has some spark, despite all the times it has felt like a burned out motor on its way to the scrap yard. 260420 what's it to you? who go blather from