Maggie had a toy box in our old house.
It was full of gonks, cloth cheapies in various guises like frogs and fish, plastic squeaky dumb-bells, rings and an array of other things that she had been given over the years.
She had her favourites, one of which was a mini hopper that she carried everywhere, licking it constantly to such an extent that it verged on paranoia so we had to hide it.
Like everything we possessed, the toy box fell victim to ‘The Great Downsize’ and when we moved out, she had a bag of just 10 toys.
Sadly, this was forever getting in the way, taking up valuable space when we were trying to make up the bed in the back of the car, that they again were sorted and we kept two, her squeaky yellow cow and an equally squeaky reindeer.
Since moving into the boat, toys have been the last thing on our minds, and obviously Maggie’s too as she has been quite content with the status quo.
That was until this morning when she ‘found’ the Love a Duck.
‘Love a Duck’ is a small plastic duck of the non squeaky variety with ‘Love a Duck’ printed on it that became the figurehead on a model boat Hubby made years ago.
The boat was along the lines of a tug, and he was very pleased the way it responded in the water on its maiden voyage and several thereafter, but like everything else, it had to go when we were arranging to downsize.
However, the duck survived, quite how we’re not sure, and found its way onto the boat.
I don’t remember packing it, and neither does Hubby, and I certainly can’t remember which of the boxes that came aboard it was in.
It has now become Maggie’s Baby, and will be lovingly tucked into her ‘blanket’ either on one of the benches or the bed.