A bomb. Okay a mortar shell. Well a 100 year old shrapnel shell apparently, but it still looked seriously explosive. Nothing throws your schedule out like the Bomb Disposal Team. Actually my local police satisfied themselves it had been decommisioned, but when they arrived they were as convinced as I was that antique or not, it still meant business. I'd prefer it if customers who think I need a rocket could tell me first before it is rattling around in my van...
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