ABSTRACT
When I was a child, a local man would often cycle past, with his wooden leg clipped to the crossbar; before dismounting, he would unclip and re-attach it to his stump, all that was left from his war-wound. But he said he would still get ‘a terrible itch’ where his leg had been, which, surprisingly, he could temporally and partially alleviate by scratching the wooden prosthesis.
