Le frog

One of the things I've noticed recently is that in the unfortunate situation where you Move Out, you usually take your things - clothes, books, CDs and so on - but none of the little things, the nick-nacks that clutter up the surfaces and make your home feel like one.

But after nearly eighteen months, I'm beginning to get more of those little bits and pieces. I picked up this chap in York on Monday but only got 'round to unpacking him today. I'm sure he* won't be everyone's cup of tea - although I like him, obviously - so I've found him a little nook - a nick-nack nook, if you will - where he can hold up his tea-light without too much critical scrutiny.

*I have not actually sexed the frog: he looks like a boy.