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But it's the year 2019. And we're always scouting for new things that people may like us to sell to them.
We pooled our knowledge. We fashioned a reservoir of learning, which we could have bottled water from and sold at a premium. But we didn't.
Instead, we went for books.
(We'll return like Gandalf the White. We promise).
Some years ago, in the town of Woodley, a suburb of Reading, a seven-year-old girl named Zoe, and her sister Hannah, have just bought a copy of 'The Secret Garden'.
They read it, or they don't read it, but either way, one day they open and close it for the final time, and take it to @oxfambkswoodley, and give it away.
Just like that, the Ring of Power is lost.
In the interim, so much has happened. So much has changed.
For one, our commercial team have worn their thinking caps for so long, and so purposefully, that they practically have virtual tan-lines from the exercise.
Not because of the hieroglyphics. But we mean: why wouldn't you?
In this timeline, we did.
One: it's Friday. The week will soon nosedive into the past, like a whale's breaching.
Two: today, the past sent something back, in our museum, in our strange house of time, like a letter returned to sender.
...the ones you wrote when you were kids.
We know how this ends.
But equally, we thought we should tell you about it, first.
And at this stage of the week, who'd blame anyone at all.