This place is best described by some lyrics in an old familiar song: 'Where are you? And I'm so sorry.'

It's a fruit that is shaped like a bubble. With a crease down one side your hands they may slide but grabbing it could get you in trouble.

Once part of dinner, set aside, to face tomorrow’s microwave ride. Forgotten deep where cold winds roam, often abandoned in my plastic home.

For a while, these mercury filled tubes went in either end. How did they track which when where?

A drink that makes you tipsy In martinis and tonics, it goes Not gin, rum, or whiskey Because it comes old potatoes