On a manic Monday, just before I run through the door the Engineer stops me while still on the phone. “Wait” he signals with his hand why I am impatiently putting my stuff in the car.
From his pocket, he pulls a tiny little gift. “Happy twenty years” he says as I am closing the boot.
Wow. Idiot that is me had forgotten.
So I thought I would tell you about this day, 20 years ago. If you knew us then there may be familiar references. If you still know us now… thank you for hanging around.
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