After an hour of intensive silver polishing, we got the menorah (and platter for it) shiny. Then, we even managed to get the oil and wicks to light. A feat in and of itself, all things considered. Apparently, my degree in Classics is worth something, since I suggested we change the wick holders to mimic Roman oil lamps – leading to lights that stayed lit. So, yay for useless degrees.
(and yes, I’m feeling a bit better, which is a bit worrying – to be discussed later)