No bother, Liza ... I'll give you a straw to fix it, but send me the dimensions, 'cos we don't all that faff with straws that are too long, axes that are too dull, and stones that are too dry, otherwise Harry Belafonte will rise from the grave, and we'll all have to relearn the words to the song ...
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