Fifth line, page 23
As seen at Life after NEXCOM and the Chucklehut.

I’m reading two books at the moment, Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert, lets see page 23:
« Quand j’ai eu perdu ma pauvre défunte, j’allais dans les champs pour être tout seul; je tombais au pied d’un arbre, je pleurais, j’appelais le bon Dieu, je lui disais des sottises; j’airais voulu être comme des taupes, que je voyais aux branches, qui avaient des vers leur grouillant dans le ventre, crevé, enfin. »
Trust me to find the longest sentence in the book !

I’m also reading (still, because I fall asleep after one page) The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams:
“Ford slapped a five pound note on the bar.”

Cassie-b has been talking about making soup out of leftovers, it reminded me of the house hold tips that used to be published in magazines:

• If you don’t want your ice cubes to stick together pour some fizzy water onto them.
  
  
• To make your Wellingtons shine, rub them with a mixture of vinegar and water (Didn’t you always want to know that?)

Have you got any trusted tips to pass on?