Now, where is my Yiddish dictionary when I need it? I love this, and was sort of working my way round to a sequel to the last one; you beat me to it. What the Ficly-reading public clearly demands is less po-faced poetry and more hilarious escapades involving a Jewish vivisectionist / inventor and his long-suffering wife. I am so glad that you have obliged!

I love how running the incinerator has been lumped right in there with other mundane day-to-day jobs like mowing the lawn.

You’ve undoubtedly captured the essence of the Jewish wife/mother. I feel like I’m reading about my own parents, minus the incinerator!