One of my sticks was called Henry heffalump because the handle was an elephant 🙂
As I’m sure many of you are aware I am the reluctantly proud owner of a walking stick named Little Johnny by a good friend of mine. For those of you who are not aware of the story, to put it simply, we have a love/hate relationship. Johnny spent about six months in the corner gathering dust, until one day I was frogmarched home by my friend to get him and take him for a walk. To be honest, this made me hate him a little bit more, especially when colleagues at my then job saw me struggling to cope with him on a bus. But I knew I had to persevere, my health wasn’t improving, so it was this or walk around looking like I’d had some terrible sort of accident in the toilet department or get overtaken by elderly ladies with shopping trollies (this actually happened).
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