Here is my nut, sitting on a tree, microscoping it.

When I was a little girl I saved up a million bean tin labels to send off for this microscope. It was a minor triumph in my childhood, I thing that's why I still have it. I don't have my favourite microscope, that got lost when I moved to Oxford and left my stuff at my dad's factory for storage and then lost contact with him. On purpose.


I thought of my dad today, because I was thinking of my tandy 3 in one microscope with the projector feature. Which made it really bizarre when he came to the door.

I thought he was a salesman or something. He looked familiar. He knew my name.


I asked for my microscope back.