Familiarity breeds clutter
I’ve had this bottle for almost as long as I can remember. It was given to me as a piggy bank way back in the 70’s and although it holds no real beauty or value, it somehow never seems to reach the bin. I had a bad experience with vodka and cider combined at the tender age of 15 so I cant even claim to be a fan of the drink. Along with a fishing rod my grandfather gave me when I was ten, it sits at the side of the mantle-piece where it refused to be photographed. Even on top of the stove, it was a bit camera shy. Some of my other ornaments are stones I’ve picked up on the beach. Royal Doulton just doesn’t do it for me… lol
