A Typewriter!

A typewriter came to be mine! It’s wonderfully ancient; it belonged to my great-grandfather who bought it as an antique. And it writes in italics.

It was hidden away, forgotten for many many years and surfaced, along with old recipes and black and white photos and a certificate that claimed that my grandfather was a 1000 years old, when my grandparents moved into their new house,.

Since it came into my possession, I have been writing type-written letters which is marvelously inconvenient and makes a great big racket. Punching keys, rolling in paper, turning knobs for spaces, pushing little levers for new lines and whatnot.
This is also why I want to own an old Padmini Fiat or an Ambassador. I’d love to splutter around and turn the steering wheel wildly and wrestle with the gear, whilst cursing the car.

(Thwack thwack ping! Zzzpt! Thwack thwack!)

PS: If anyone wants a typewritten letter, mail me your address!