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.
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