We were round at our friends' house, sitting around a little fire in the garden and having a nice chat about inconsequential stuff.
Bert looked thoughtful. "What is wood?" he asked.
We thought he was being unusually philosophical, but of course he just wanted to know its molecular make-up (answers on a postcard...).
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Tales of life with Bert. He is driven; the rest of us are driven mad.
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