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A rainy, blustery day, and just after seeing the cottage of my dreams, a brick ivied house in Jericho, potential residence for next year (sadly unlikely), I popped into Oxfam and found the man of my dreams:



I've been thinking about buying this for at least four months. And this copy was only a tenner, not thirty-five pounds. Consolation, in part, for the cottage.

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Ann said…
Sometimes we have to be satisfied with the smaller pleasures, but I think I might hanker after a cottage in Jericho as well.
January 15, 2011 at 9:51 AM
StuckInABook said…
Wouldn't we all like to live in Jericho! I've lived in East, South, and now West Oxford - but never been able to afford North.
Simon
January 19, 2011 at 4:13 AM
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