Eh? What? I think the scale is having one of its funny turns. Either that, or I’ve somehow put on three pounds since yesterday, which might be theoretically possible, if I’d accidentally eaten the sofa or something, but I don’t recall doing anything like that, so I’ll assume it’s an anomalous wossname.
It was another quiet Sunday, getting the washing and ironing done. What fun. Not.
This is a mislabelled engine from Beamish. Malleable? With all that rust, it would probably break rather than bend…
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