Today,accompanied by Síle’s brother Colm, whom we had just picked up in Carcassonne, we decieded to take a small meander through the Minerve.
On the way home we spotted a Brocante in Rieux Minervois.

There I spotted ( and bought ) both of these;
The first I immediatly fell in love with.
Anyone who loves a glass sufficiently to mend it (especially with a doorknob turned to fit) is without doubt my friend (how could you not buy something which was so loved)

This au contraire is a total mystery to me (and to the man in the shop who begged me to return and tell him if I ever found out what it was ).
All suggestions welcomed.
Comments
Eugene
on February 7, 2011Looks like something medical – the imagination could run wild here!
mike o'donnell
on February 7, 2011My late cousin,a farmer from Aghada used to describe such items,with unidentefiable purposes as “a noodle-naddle for a was”!
Martin
on February 8, 2011My own father’s phrase was ;
“a whim wham for a goose’s bridle.”
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