Nobody got new nozzles on No New Nozzles Day. It was ever thus, even in ages past, long long ago, when the Hobgoblin Princeling ruled all the lands as far as a chaffinch can fly from dawn to dusk, when the chaffinch is gravid.
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This is even more remarkable considering the increasing secular times we live in and that No New Nozzle Day is a moveable feast.
(I’m told).