desperance

Aha! Like the little old men use for retrieving their boules when they play pétanque! That is quite cunningly bright. Except that I have no magnets. I am not sure I ought to be allowed magnets, in a room quite so full of electronically-stored data? Given that I will certainly play heedlessly with them, and fumble and drop them, and toss them casually aside on my desk, and that's before the cats get their paws on them...