Tuesday, 16 December 2008

Beddoes and Posada wish you a Merry Christmas...

The look of the world's a lie, a face made up
O'er graves and fiery depths, and nothing's true
But what is horrible. If man could see
The perils and diseases that he elbows
Each day he walks a mile, which catch at him,
Which fall behind and graze him as he passes,
Then would he know that life's a single pilgrim
Fighting unarmed among a thousand soldiers.

Thursday, 11 December 2008

Sunday, 30 November 2008

Monday, 24 November 2008

Magical ding-dongs...

You can't beat a good old misprint...

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Friday, 14 November 2008

The locket...

 Card simply reads... 'To Nellie with love from Betty,   Jan. 1915'

Monday, 10 November 2008

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Monday, 3 November 2008

Sunday, 2 November 2008

Friday, 24 October 2008

Things found...

You've got to feel sorry for Michelle... she was probably just too good for him.