Sunday, 20 November 2011

My Mr Rigby

Just looking at my Rigby cutter makes me feel as though I have suddenly slipped back an uncountable number of is like those awful dreams where you are - as you always have been in dreams - about 23, then as you wake you think, "No! I'm thirty-something, aren't I? No! forty-two... Oh, hang on..."

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