Christmas in March

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A box of ceramic insulators fresh from the postvan.Many people, my wife included, upon being gifted a parcel like that at left, might be inclined to think “what the hell did I do to deserve this?”  But to a severe sufferer of Anoraksia Nervosa, like myself, such a receipt is a delight.  It’s arrival preceded also by the entertainment watching our flimsy postman struggle first to lift it out of his van, and then to reach over our gate to wedge it into my letter bin.

I must confess that these have actually been through a scrub in the kitchen sink before being put back in the box for this photo.  One of them – the darkened one in the photo – is an old L.M.S. (London, Midland & Scottish) insulator.  It’s seen some severe high-voltage arcing in it’s working life by the look of it.

Very many thanks to Mark Taylor from Sutton Coldfield who answered my appeal for ceramics. A cheque to cover the postage is on its way, along with some carefully chosen pure thoughts and our good wishes.

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