If you were a very good and studious, careful child, you were no doubt rewarded with a full tin of Caran d’Ache pencils. My eldest sister – such a girl – had a tin and man alive, there was hell to pay if any of those pencils was missing.
I picked up two, with the certainty of a fool blindly in love and went straight to the till. I only then found out that they were TWENTY-TWO POUNDS each. EACH! And I had to do that thing were you hide your utter horror at the cost from the girl at the till and just pay her the money.
But I am pleased I have them. Not only do they look just fucking excellent, they are easy to find and a real joy to use. I mean, like, they better had be for 22 quid.