Talk Morgan Forums Community The Malvern Arms The Great Debate: Doors or Wheels?

The house has 29 doors assuming the double doors count as 2 rather than one doorway.

Cars have 12 doors, two 5 door sedans as tailgates are now called doors and one MGB with two doors as the boot is not counted a door.

Cars have 14 wheels as both sedans have a spare wheel.

4 bicycles make 8 wheels.

Two wheel barrows, 2 wheeled trolley and two skate boards mainly used for moving stuff adds up to another 12 wheels.

So the doors win even without counting kitchen cupboards etc. as doors. But I guess the doors in the bedroom built in cupboard should count and 3 bedrooms have 4 doors each making it another 12.

OK so does this mean I need more cars, or maybe pushbikes because they don't add to the door count.

House has 29 doors, including a garage door.
Cupboards, wardrobes,garden gates, and sheds have 41 doors
TOTAL DOORS 50!
Excludes my studio in the loft...2 doors and 3 doors giving access from a room to the loft...!

Cars have 10, 3 cars but no spares.
Wheelbarrows have 2, lawnmower has 3 and lawn ride on has 4
This excludes draws, most of which have 4 small wheels, also excludes wheels that are pulleys and gears...

Definitely a win for the doors... Does this mean anything?

Yep. it's an open and shut case Peter

But isn't the world like a wheel that keeps on turning.

Spooky.. isn't that "Windmills Of Your Mind"

Round, like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning, running rings around the moon

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream
Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind

Keys that jingle in your pocket, words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore and leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway or the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces but to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over you were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair

A circle in a spiral, a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning, on an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind, like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind