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I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
Bits Boxes aplenty here. In addition to the boxes, tins and jars full of often unidentifiable That-May-Come-In-Usefuls, I have umpteen containers of mementos and souvenirs. This one turned up yesterday at the back of the cupboard on the landing. It fascinated me because a few days ago something came up on the television about clocking in. Despite working most of her life my wife had never had to clock in and I had to explain. There, in the jar, was my Works Number disc. I like coincidences.
My paternal grandfather's jewellers eyeglass. He wasn't a jeweller, he collected stamps. A plug cap from my first car. It was a Morris 8 Series E bought from the newsagent in the village in the late sixties for £5. It had been his wife's but had been replaced. Too young to drive I took it to pieces to learn about cars. When it was stripped down I had an attempt at building a special. Dreams of a home spun Lotus 7 were not realised. KAR shoulder flash a reminder I used to collect military cap badges and insignia. Most of the collection went a few years ago but odd ones still turn up. Kings African Rifles, I believe. AA key; no idea. My dad's possibly. Our first dog's ID tag. She was named Sugar Puff by her first owner, an elderly neighbour who went into a nursing home and the dog went into kennels. When the old lady died her family said the dog would be put down so we had her. Nice friendly little dog. One day I rolled a newspaper to swat a fly and the dog cowered. Funny what you can learn about people indirectly; I would never have thought old Mrs Kennedy was a dog beater. My works number from my ill-fated apprenticeship; abandoned for the better wages of fashion retailing. When I eventually slid back into engineering I often wished I'd stuck to it. Machine screw and washer? No idea.
Bits Boxes aplenty here. In addition to the boxes, tins and jars full of often unidentifiable That-May-Come-In-Usefuls, I have umpteen containers of mementos and souvenirs. This one turned up yesterday at the back of the cupboard on the landing. It fascinated me because a few days ago something came up on the television about clocking in. Despite working most of her life my wife had never had to clock in and I had to explain. There, in the jar, was my Works Number disc. I like coincidences.
My paternal grandfather's jewellers eyeglass. He wasn't a jeweller, he collected stamps. A plug cap from my first car. It was a Morris 8 Series E bought from the newsagent in the village in the late sixties for £5. It had been his wife's but had been replaced. Too young to drive I took it to pieces to learn about cars. When it was stripped down I had an attempt at building a special. Dreams of a home spun Lotus 7 were not realised. KAR shoulder flash a reminder I used to collect military cap badges and insignia. Most of the collection went a few years ago but odd ones still turn up. Kings African Rifles, I believe. AA key; no idea. My dad's possibly. Our first dog's ID tag. She was named Sugar Puff by her first owner, an elderly neighbour who went into a nursing home and the dog went into kennels. When the old lady died her family said the dog would be put down so we had her. Nice friendly little dog. One day I rolled a newspaper to swat a fly and the dog cowered. Funny what you can learn about people indirectly; I would never have thought old Mrs Kennedy was a dog beater. My works number from my ill-fated apprenticeship; abandoned for the better wages of fashion retailing. When I eventually slid back into engineering I often wished I'd stuck to it. Machine screw and washer? No idea.
I used to work in Prague
Nice people and nice place once you look past the naff tourist stuff you always get
Wanted a keep sake but am also tight, so won’t buy anything
All the streets are made up of cobbles the size of your fist. When they dig up or replace a road there is a massive pile of cobbles just sitting there
So sorry Prague if you are missing one
Nice people and nice place once you look past the naff tourist stuff you always get
Wanted a keep sake but am also tight, so won’t buy anything
All the streets are made up of cobbles the size of your fist. When they dig up or replace a road there is a massive pile of cobbles just sitting there
So sorry Prague if you are missing one
Edited by Spare tyre on Monday 29th March 11:47
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