Look up...

..it's Aer Lingus.  Do you remember the days when the sight of an Aer Lingus plane gave you a warm fuzzy feeling inside? 

This treasure belonged to my late mother in law.  She was cabin crew in the 50s and 60s (I hope I'm correct here). 

I came upon this in the attic this afternoon when the sight of damp caught my eye as I tidied away my suitcase.  I hate damp! Anyway a quick unplanned satisfying decluttering of the attic resulted in 2 bags going to the recycle bin, 1 bag of normal rubbish and 1 bag to the charity shop. And that was only skimming the surface.