Now Jimmy a small gent, was always seen in the company of his cycle pulling a trailer. It’s distinctive sign told you all that you needed to know. Pots and pans mended. Knifes sharped. Jimmy was a fixer by trade. Give him a leaky kettle and he’d put a neat patch on it. He even understood that modern thing called electric, and would put a new flex on a Iron in a jiffy. Yes Jimmy was sadly missed the day he passed on. A spoon of real life was he… His smile opened many a bedroom door.
I’m Back with hopefully a sack full of new stories, after a fine holiday traveling around New England and Quebec. Now only time will tell if new stories are waiting in the wings. For today’s offering is a snippet from many years back.