Panclangdom

We had just finished coffee in my friend's kitchen, though you couldn't see the kitchen table for pans.

My friend is known for collecting pans, she has thousands of them, in her cupboards, and on her worktops.

Even her table is covered in noisy chimers!

"I've lost my watch," my friend complains.

I know what is coming next. When my friend gets angry, she starts using the pans like her musical kingdom.

"Pannnn!" She slams one into the other on the table.

"Claaang!" She throws two in a cupboard, smashing them together

"Dommm!" One falls and bounces on the floor.

My friend suddenly turned to me angrily, and said,

"This stupid Panclangdom!"

"Panclangdom?" I asked her, confused.

I am certain no such word exists in the dictionary!

My friend then described her kitchen as her musical kingdom of angry pans.

"They get angry when I don't use them, angry when I don't wash them, and angry when I leave them everywhere," she explains.

"Why do you just leave them everywhere, anyway?" I ask her.

She says,

" My musical kingdom of angry pans can't be a panclangdom, if I put them away, use them, or wash them!"

"So panclangdom refers to your kitchen, which is your musical kingdom of angry pans?" I ask.

"Too right!" she tells me.

"It's not a kitchen without panclangdom. My kitchen can't be a musical kingdom without the panclangdom of angry pans!"

We officially name this kitchen,

'Panclangdom- The Musical Kingdom of Angry Pans.'