Sophie nee Parmenter very kindly invited the Harper up to the snowy Notts village of Car Colston. Last minute impulse pack at the Batt(ersea) cave being.... yes, you haven't guessed it... my toy harp.
Hey presto, on arrival at Rose Cottage a few hours plus tard, exhibit 1, looming large in the sitting room, a 3/4 size harp, as given to Sophs as a wedding present or similar by Mr and Mrs Parm.
Rather odd. She seemed grateful for the present of the 1/12th size toy version: I had no idea she played the harp.
Naynyhow, coincidences aside, I did my first harp recital that eve to Sam n Sophs and the critics agreed that it was a true rendition...
Which brings me to the subject of Nasal Hair Clippers.
No good home should be without them. 'Tusker' used to be my nickname among the dormitory corridors of Rigauds, but no more! Ever since purchasing my first pair of NHC's I have dispelled the dark clouds of nasal hair shame. I am free, free as a nostril, open to life, to love, to air...
Spotted the advert (see photo) in Jermyn street: sounds like one of those embarassing MP's expense items that the Telegraph dug up a couple of years ago...
'PM in £47 Nasal Hair Clipper scandal'
Hmmm. Got a sort of ring to it.
My dear friend Rob commented that it's a good job the ones shown are the luxury version. At that price I should flumping well hope so!)
Aviary locked herself out of her flat this morning and headed to Clapjunc for retail therapy diversion tactics. If she lived off Piccadilly do you think there's a chance that it would be Nasal Hair Clippers for Christmas?
Non grazie!
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