Justification for, or vindication of puerality.

The last time I won something was at a tombola in Hockering circa 1985, a gift pack of three pebble shaped lavender scented soaps. Possibly an exciting and practical bounty for a sixty year old woman but not for a seven year old boy. So how happy I am to have won something I can and will use. Trainers. Thanks you Flatspot I like the cut of your jib. One day I will come to your bowl in my spiffy new trainers and do some laybacks. I still have the soaps if anyone is interested.