03 April 2009


The Antiquer rang me yesterday and sounded like death warmed up. He'd been putting in a hard week building walls around his garden and being a general home handyman and he'd had another of those horror massages.

My phone rang 15 minutes ago.

"Good morning!" said a chipper Antiquerish voice.

"Hello! You sound a lot brighter than yesterday."

"Yeah," he said letting his voice drop to a drone. "Well I do a good impression."

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