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Sometimes I am very easily pleased.

Batman’s brother gave me a wee ginger jar for Christmas one year (full of chocolate covered ginger, mmm). I got really excited about it because I’d always wanted a ginger jar and for some reason I’d never felt I could just buy one (I’m a bit weird like that).

I kept face washing equipment in it, and then my collection outgrew it and I’ve finally had to admit that the safe space we have for smashables with a purely decorative function is limited. But I still love it…