We were strolling in the Cotswolds and popped into an antique shop. The shop owner gave us a pitch about this tapestry and the history and age of it. It was total bollocks, but said with an English accent, therefore it was totally believable.
Someday I'm going to fix the antique clock we had shipped home on the same trip. It actually is a time clock which, considering the place I work got its name from being a leader in the automated time clock, is ironic.
We used to shop for antiques a lot. Now that we are closer to being human antiques, the lure has waned.
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