a trans-atlantic trinket
ok so where was i? ah yes the wife’s birthday.
a couple of weeks ago i happened upon the misguided notion of buying the wife a present for her fast-approaching birthday, not that she really deserves one, her resting-state being somewhere in that twilight-zone between morose disinterest and abject ingratitude.
(i’m not actually sure how old she is … she keeps her birth certificate under lock-and-key as she says it’s the only proof that she was in fact born, and not quarried). (more…)