Dad bought me a toy drum one Christmas and I eventually destroyed it. I wanted a real drum and he bought me a snare drum. Dad continued to buy me one drum after the other.
In fact I was one of the few trusted people that Lucy allowed to play with...
Windows are as essential to office prestige as Christmas is to retailing.
Often we can help each other most by leaving each other alone at other times we need the hand-grasp and the word of cheer.
