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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Sunday, August 10, 2003
    My knees
    They are knobbly and hairy and have frightened many postmen (and the occasional postwoman) delivering early-morning parcels over the years. The right one is scarred from various accidents falling-off motorbikes. They never, ever, usually see the sun. My knees.

    But today I'm so grateful for a purchase I made on holiday - an end-of-line bargain at the Hawkshead shop, Ripstop 2-in-1 Trousers. The sheer joy of getting home hot'n'sticky, unzipping these things and revealing me knees to the air. One of the few pleasures this heatwave has held for me.