Nothing brings him to the door quite as surely as Silexine Watertight, the complete waterproofer. One Imperial Quart.
Opened this morning to seal a stump, it scents my hands beyond washing.
No warning on the tin, no list of toxins, just a metal lid scummed with rust. Eleven and thruppence.
My father walks into his garage and puts it away on the back of the bench, next to the spare.
Disagree with half of it, enjoy reading all of it
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