The corn is as high as an elephant's eye

I feel in touch with my historical counterparts this evening. I've done some sewing, helped someone else out with their baking queries, and written a letter (with a fountain pen). Admittedly, your average Regency piece probably didn't down a 750ml bottle of Greene King while doing her needlework, but it's not my fault if they didn't know how to live.

Anyway, I have ( a culinary question about sweetcorn )

I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix last night. Which just made me think "my mortal enemy's got no nose!" at intervals.