The rabbit hole

Once upon an awful time when I had a stack of insurance paperwork to do every week, I thought about how I could make my life more interesting, and Googled fountain pens.

The first Pilot Metropolitan dropped on its nib within first 5 minutes of unravelling, but one TWSBI Eco led to a LAMY gold nib, and there was no turning back.

The unfortunate thing about this hobby is there’s always another tier, and purchases can come in all forms – informed, impulsive, in celebration or for comfort.

And just when you thought you’ve had enough, a beautiful picture or a well-worded post online can suddenly make you itch again.

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