It was a typically quiet English sunday afternoon as i sought to pass an idle hour in front of the television watching an episode of The Antiques Roadshow, for want of something better to do whilst awaiting my tea.
My attention drifted and my thoughts wandered, as they often tend to do until i beheld a vision so compulsive and interesting that i was unable to tear my gaze from the screen, holding my breath and suddenly, deeply fascinated by what i saw.
I'm certainly no afficionado of antiques but i was held in sheer raptures of delight by the well-groomed woman from Bristol and her magnificently displayed pair of ornamental jugs, which stood proudly for examination by the experts and invited my keenest attention and indulgence.
They boasted the perfect shape and weight, so wonderfully sculptured were they, the curves so delightful and perfect to the eye that my hand reached out as if to caress their heavenly beauty.
Who could ever name a fitting price for these superb adornments?
They were truly exquisite creations and i could see that the curious onlookers in the background were admiring them just as keenly as myself, one spritely old gentleman even leaning over her shoulder to gain the perfect view.
I have trudged many a lonely mile and wandered through endless bric-a-brac sales but sadly never encountered such a divine set of jugs as these marvellous wonders...but hope springs eternal and i live in fervent hope that my appreciative hands may yet rest upon such glorious objects of desire as these. 
