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question from Del Griffith
Where did you get that? It’s lovely.
I’m not so sure. I used to like it, but akin to a child at Christmas, the joy was lost and now all I see is a partly broken, slightly smelly piece of rubbish, fit only for Barbara Winsor or the landfill.
If you want it, you can have it. I’d be happy to see the back of it. I weep for the lost times of joy and satisfaction it brought me.