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Sunday, 29 November 2009

Note to self.

Nearly everything in this catalogue is desirable. From castle and horse china egg cups, dinosaurs in tins for kids to lasercut leaf wreaths for Christmas. the catalogue is downleadable from here: whippetgrey.co.uk but I had to order one too for the lovely pictures.
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Quote of the day

‘They tuck you up your mum and dad...’
Anon - after Larkin

“Philately will get you everywhere”
WEM

“It’s not the despair, I can handle the despair. 
It’s the hope I can’t deal with”
Clockwise

“Each new friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”
Anais Nin

‘Come on Dover move your bloomin’ arse’.
Eliza Doolittle