The Man of the Place came home with two huge cartons of records. The records and 45 singles were given to him by a friend of his. The records were going to go to a charity shop, but this friend thought H would like to go through them first. If you know the size of my husband's record collection, you would understand why my heart sank a bit when I saw the boxes.
He dutifully went through the albums and singles, gleaning out the things he thought were worth keeping. The rest were to go to a charity shop.
Then, a better idea came to mind. . . . .
I'd like to make it perfectly clear that we only ever shoot inanimate objects.
There are too many Leo Sayer and Billy Joel singles in the world anyway.