egyptian glass bottle designed to hold a perfume oil
The man who named me brought this back for me from Egypt a few years ago. I brought it to Toronto from Newfoundland when my "lovely"(read: benighted and evil) sister finally gave it to me.
I remember when I was very small, we went to a show at the Arts and Culture Centre that was put on by James Paton Memorial Hospital. There was a comedy sketch, and they referenced this doctor, my dad's acquaintance, in a joke that I still remember. It was 23 years ago if it was a day. It's funny, how your head works.
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