A few years ago I bought, for a modest sum, and old iron blocking press of a design I have never seen before. There is a small removable iron frame which slots onto the bottom of the main screw, and can be lowered down onto the surface to be lettered, leather or whatever. Meanwhile, the surface itself is laid on an iron bed which slides across the base plate of the press to enable it it be located precisely. Or it would if it was not jammed solid.
Following my success with getting the stapler mended, this morning I had the blacksmith round to see whether he thought he could get it all freed up and moving again.
Turning to another subject, I was rather embarrassed this morning when walking round our local auction house. I was just drifting into a dream of bidding for, a splendid collection of wooden elephants when Julian, the auctioneer, shot out of his office and addressed me by name. It seems that I had bid, and bid successfully which is unusual for me, on a small pine set of drawers in an auction 3 or 4 weeks ago, and then forgotten all about it. I have to give him full marks for remembering, spotting me and putting two and two together, quick as a flash.
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