Today we reached a strange, new land, that the inhabitants call The Bottom Of The Laundry Basket. It is flat here, despite the tunnelling we have had to do to reach it; and there is a strange, leaden smell that permeates the air. There are random items strewed around, too numerous to mention in their entirety; but the one thing they have in common is that the inhabitants have no record or their arrival.
So far I have found several large pieces of pancake, with tooth-bitten edges. There is no dating data available for them. There are various pieces of Lego of different sizes, including an early model of Hans Solo in Carbonite that I am told is held in great esteem by certain followers; four marbles; a toothbrush and a small curved piece of rusted metal that could be the shoe of a small pony or the heel of a boot, both of which have been saved by the locals for 'archaeology experiments'. There are also a large number of used tissues.
And a potato masher.