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February 6, 2011
21:09 PM

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.

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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)

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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

  1. Eugene

    on February 7, 2011

    Looks like something medical – the imagination could run wild here!

  2. mike o'donnell

    on February 7, 2011

    My late cousin,a farmer from Aghada used to describe such items,with unidentefiable purposes as “a noodle-naddle for a was”!

  3. Martin

    on February 8, 2011

    My own father’s phrase was ;
    “a whim wham for a goose’s bridle.”

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