Precious remains

As a child I did shopping for an old lady and was rewarded with a chocolate biscuit and a cup of cocoa on my return.  She had a beautiful Greek figuerine on her mantlepiece which I always admired.  Many years later, when she died her son brought it to me as he said his mother always knew how much I liked it.  I have always referred to it as 'my lady' and made it clear to the boys that they were not to touch her in case of accidents.

Unfortunately my husband accidentally knocked it over one day and it appeared to be smashed to pieces.  He swept them all up and was full of apologies.  The next day I found that the head had rolled under the table and my brother in law mounted it on a plinth for me. (he did christen it Mary Antoinette!)

I eventually forgave my husband as I still have this little reminder of how elegant she was.