Just look at this beauty . . . an original Mabel Lucie Attwell Money box. There it was in the window of one of Rochester's antique shops. Unfortunately there were not nearly enough pennies in the pixie purse to buy it so I tried to forget it. Of course, I causally mentioned it to the other half who, although appreciates lovely and unusual things, has been known to mutter about the house being full of "pointless objects". However, he willingly came and admired it with me and without any persuasion on my part, did a deal with the man in the shop and "Voila!" –it's mine. A totally unexpected gift from the very, very lovely Roland and I promise not to moan too much about cooking your tea in future. I'm very lucky, I know, and I get a warm feeling every time I look at it.