Mr G bought me this in March 1992, the first year we were married.
At the time I was not impressed, I was a young, super lonely new Army wife, living in
Adelaide and missing all my friends and family left behind in Canberra.
I guess I was hoping for something like flowers and decadence.
Years later I look at it and see nothing but romance, Mr G knew that the phone
was my only connection to my loved ones, the phone looked just like the one
at my beloved nana's house and he knew I adored old stuff. Shame I didn't possess such insight
in 1992, Mr G would not of had to endure seeing a crumpled face for his wonderful gesture.
The phone actually worked and we did use it. It rang loudly in the old house we rented,
the receiver was so heavy I did nearly knock myself out a few times answering the phone in haste!
It now has its own cubby hole in the wall unit in our family and attracts attention from many