I smell of dust, old books and bluebells. (Reply).
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::joins you in the old farts' corner::
I was hanging in there till they got to the rubbish with the worms. The thud you heard was me keeling over with boredom.
I love the Natural History Museum - the blue whale was the first love of my life - so I'll probably struggle through the rest, but I wish they'd stop pratting about.