Guardián del armario.

The wind was raging last night and I was kept awake by unidentified crashes and bangs for hours. One source of noise was a plastic garden cupboard full of pots and general stuff, whose doors were flapping about wildly. I've always hated garden gnomes with a passion, but this one came, with some more pleasing statuary, with the house, and I hadn't decided what indignities to inflict upon it yet. It was however heavy enough to hold the doors shut.