Handbells revisited

 

I am once again blind and braindead from PEGASUS* but I did manage to drag myself to tower practise tonight and as my head came up through the trap door the first thing I saw was Niall’s frelling bag of frelling handbells . . . the man never goes anywhere without his handbells**  . . . the blight of my life***.  And it occurred to me that I had meant to squeeze another post out of the handbell wedding. 

               Snips from the original post are in quotation marks.

 

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