Ok, so this is a repeat but, frankly, those bloody computer cables are driving me bonkers. Every car I get in seems to have its guts hanging out of the dashboard so every conceivable device can be charged. It is a matter of time before I electrocute myself as one drops into my coffee. But then I’ve been here before, with this post from a couple of years ago. via Being clever because they can
The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
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😱 I shall repeat myself
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It’s a nuisance, isn’t it, and I have a whole load at work acquired over the years and which I can’t throw away. I remember my mother had some piece of equipment which she used to have to plug into the ceiling lightbulb fitting, can’t quite remember what. Christmas tree lights?
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My grans iron had exactly that. Goodness now that takes me back.
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I hadn’t thought of it for literally decades! Funny how people’s musings haul these things up out of the grey matter depths!
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oh tell me; the bells rung by someone else’s memory. We saw a film last night – All The Money In The World about the Paul Getty kidnap and what struck me – set as it was in the early 70s – were the fashions. I was straight there!
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