He

Was banished to the attic several years ago, replaced by some starry newcomer.

On occasion I visit, we remanisce, we trawl through the photo box, we talk about the good times. The days when he lit up my life with is crazy flashing, bulb blowing and dangerous 1950's wiring.

He may return downstairs one day. Who knows. I need him in my life.

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