You may recall Hubby building some shelves to house our DVD collection and knickknacks when we did our revamp last year.
Having retrieved our treasures from MOH’s roof some time ago, this is how it looks now:
‘Grandad’ had to be moved for the winter months because he kept fouling the electric socket where we plug in the radiator and dehumidifier. He is currently under the small table toasting his toes, chest and backside by the new central heating radiator, which is working wonders for his joints and disposition.
Contained on the shelves are the priceless and irreplaceable things depicting the building of our life together. We have a couple of larger items that don’t fit, so they are safely packed away for the time being.
Stormin’ Norman is there at the bottom on the left, and the red welly boot on the right is the only thing we kept (apart from his picture) of Barney’s.
It was his favourite toy, and surprisingly, Maggie has never made any effort to take it.
Now the ducks are another matter.
I bought the key ring back from NZ in 2010, and Hubby played with the light (which made it quack) so much that the battery failed within a fortnight.
The Love a Duck was purchased in Skegness the day we bought our house motto, and became the figurehead on the model boat so named that Hubby was making at the time.
On a couple of occasions I caught Maggie looking hopefully at LaD, and once with her mouth just about to close gently around it. After telling her ‘No’, she resigned herself to the fact that she could look but not touch, and both ducks were moved to the top shelf.