Today I am having fun with my old typewriter. When my Mum drove over in June, she brought lots of my childhood things with her and this was among them.
I remember desperately wanted my own typewriter after playing on one at a friend's house. I think I was about eight or nine when I got it but I have no idea what I wrote or when it got put away - I didn't realise it was still in Dad's loft.
Having dusted it off and fitted a new ribbon (thanks Nico), I'm writing a letter to my penpal today. It's fun but hard work for the fingers and oviously hard to correct mistakes but I love the old style look and feel of it.
I'm not sure how much I'll use it in the future but Isabella already loves it so it won't be wasted.
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