Today’s things are: Apricot, vase, sock
Aunt Hester’s dog was a menace. If it wasn’t yapping at the postman, it was snapping at your ankles trying to get to your sock. The damn thing loved cheese.
It had such a stupid name too, though Aunt Hester said ‘Apricot’ suited him perfectly due to his colouring, which one could only describe as orange-ish.
The family was quite relieved when it died, though Aunt Hester was heartbroken.
She had him cremated and his ashes put in a little vase which she kept on the mantlepiece.
I swear the lid rattled every time the front door bell rang.