I might have mentioned once or twice before on this page that Mr Dear is a man who cannot resist a passing fad. What an irritating little boy he must have been.
‘You never seem to play with your Meccano any more, young Thomas. That scale model of the Forth Bridge is still cluttering up the spare room.’
‘Oh, I haven’t time for that now, Mother. All my time is taken up with making Chartres Cathedral. Oh, but wait a minute… here comes my friend Jenkins
