During half term Rosie and I were walking through the village when we encountered two good ol' Norfolk characters deep in conversation. One of them had a sack barrow on which was strapped an ancient black Remington typewriter. If my granddaughter didn't know about saucers, I wondered if she knew about old technology. "This is a typewriter, Ro, I've got one too - years ago before computers and printers, we used these to make lists,and write letters and things". The barrow guy said he'd just sold this one and was on his way to deliver it.
I told him about my Remington, nearly 100 years old. He said he loved these ancient machines, and had quite a few. "Tom Hanks, the film star, is a Typewriter Collector too" I said.
"Oh I know that. He asked me to be his British agent,but I said I was too busy" I said nothing, but inside I pondered...
Honestly? TH asked you and you said No?
Why would you turn down an offer like that from TH? He seems an all round good guy [and a multimillionaire] I was not altogether convinced of the veracity of his statement.
I was too polite to join in their Norfolk mardling and say "Thassa Lud A Squit!"
Rosie and I said goodbye, and walked home talking about other stuff. But I did fetch the portable down from the loft to show her. I ordered, and fitteds replacement ribbon, and now it is working well again, with black and red ink.
These machines seem quite valuable, if you check them out online. I wonder if TH would like to buy it? Oh if only I could find someone with his contact details....
[*Norfolk dialect "That is a load of rubbish!"]