It's ok

I shall imagine it in my imagination. I am imagining an old chap with a brown coat and spectacles perched upon his head. Perhaps some facial hair and a superfluousness of biroage in his top pocket. The door will have a small brass bell that tinkles upon opening and a welcome mat from Hoover. Well worn Lino floor and the little doorway behind his counter, which will be awash with dockets, will have a set of flystrips in rainbow colours. All the shelves will be overstocked except for the one with the particular part for which you entered his emporium. I'm right aren't I.

Posted By: Tomblander, May 21, 14:08:22