Kitty, you should be ashamed of yourself demanding an
intimate peep into the dark recesses of the old oak chest.
I thought you'd never ask!
It's by no means full just yet but, believe me,
I'm working on it.
There's still oodles of room for my bead collection,
Granny Hendriks' old button tin which still proudly boasts
a few little Edwardian gems in amongst all the old
boot and shirt buttons and perhaps some lace-making
bobbins which I have my eye on coming up for sale in
an auction in the village very soon!
So much empty space just begging to be filled
- what fun, where's my purse I feel a sudden
recklessness coming on.