I remember man about the house's apprentice 30 years ago. He confesses the best thing about his motor bike is cleaning the underneath with a tooth brush. Oh how we change.
Gritting my teeth trying to ignore sodding shoulder I sew a new project onto the tapestry frame.
I am so looking forward to starting it but need a magnifying glass to check instructions and a needle threader to find the eye. I can remember when I could read the telephone book no trouble.
Bit of that
My how he has changed.
Always cheers me up of a morning though.
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