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Monday, 25 May 2020
Junk shop magic
In the days long ago around mid March, when all shops were open and the sight of someone wearing a mask was an oddity. I was in an Oxfam shop on Goodge Street collecting together a load of old crockery to use for my book launch. After the event my kindly brother returned all items to another charity shop but I kept these two wonderments as a reminder of a particularly amazing evening before everything changed....
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