Well, if you want to go all technical on me, go for it!
Now, what is that? You sure you're drinking water? It looks blurred to me. A toucan?
DEB
I'm thinking that might have been taken with the phone camera. That would be the brick sized, screen as big as a postage stamp, if you took it to Cash Converters they'd say sorry, no, they don't buy antiques camera.
It's quite likely I was drinking water with a special infusion, imported from Scotland, at the time. 
In a world that exists probably only in the swirling mists of my memories there was a saw handle like this, and I loved it.
I thought it was one of the most incredibly beautiful things I had ever seen.
Simple, but ornate. Practical, yet decorative. It's more than just an object.
One of the amusing things about being up this late is I get to babble on about all manner of things.
I'll take you back some years. We're in a youth hostel (think of it as a low budget hotel) in London.
There's a large combined kitchen/dining area, where people congregate.
There's a young bloke in the kitchen who's opening and closing cupoards and drawers, obviously looking for, and not finding, something. Finally, one of the people sitting at the tables asks him what he's looking for. A can opener, he says. Several people get up and join him in the kitchen, rifling through the drawers and cupoards, but to no avail.
Words they probably wouldn't repeat in front of their mothers are spoken, mostly directed at the anonymous figure who obviously pilfered the can opener with the intention of inconveniencing the young man in question, if not, indeed, all of humanity.
This is about the point where I said that I had a Swiss Army knife, and it had a can opener.
Thankfully, the crowd did not, in the style of a Broadway musical, lift me onto their shoulders and carry me around the room, cheering, as that would've been embarassing. No. The young man took the can opener, opened the can, and returned the knife, with thanks.
The next day, the Dollar/Pound exchange rate plummeted, and I found that my stay in London was, by necessity, cut short. Do a good deed and you'll be rewarded by discovering that what money you do have has less value than a used bottle top.
The Universe works in strange ways, sometimes.
That could be a boo-boo statement, Oppie.
I have in my possession a couple of my grandfather's Henry Disston saws. They too have the laurel-like etched grip. I make sure that the wood handles on all of pa's tools get the linseed oil treatment.
And yes, genuine quality blades that make the job easier. They can be sharpened or honed successfully, too.
DEB
