"My mother gave me this when I departed on a passenger ship leaving Sydney, Australia for Britain. She said, "this is small enough for you to put in your handbag and take with you on your travels to remind you of home." And it now sits on my mantelpiece doing just that.
I admired this koala bear in a shop window when I was walking in London with my future husband. The next time I saw him he gave it to me. Isn't he just the cutest bear you've ever seen?
When my son went on a school trip to Spain he bought me these Spanish castanets. He chose the ones with the dancers painted on the front because he knew I loved dancing. I was always dancing in the kitchen.
As I left Nigeria, coming home for good I bought myself these miniature carved heads to remind me of nine happy years in Africa. You see, in my 20s we had a house fire and I lost all my childhood knickknacks. So, since then, small things have become so special to me."
