Cars and knights and farm animals, oh my!
I spent half of yesterday looking up toy cars on the internet, which is a rather strange way to pass the time. We're starting, very slowly, to remove some of J's things from his mother's house and last trip to Lincolnshire we brought back some of his Matchbox cars. They all sit pristinely in their boxes and he was rather hoping that they might be valuable. They could well be, but the internet sites on the subject might as well be written in Greek. Model numbers, serial numbers, variable trims, degree of damage...it's a whole new language.
Unfortunately this led me to Ebay and now I need to be kept away from it at all costs! If not I'm going to spend money replacing some of the bits missing from some treasured childhood toys. I wasn't a very girlie girl and my dolls weren't particularly treasured (though I did draw an appendix scar on Sindy - if I had one then so could she), and though I wasn't into toy cars I did love my Britains Swoppet Knights (for more than you probably want to know about Swoppets go here to a site created by somebody obviously overcome with nostalgia). The great thing about them was that you could take bits off one knight or footsoldier and give it to another, but the problem was that this meant the tiny daggers and visors and shield bosses got lost. I've still got the Knights and the archers, but they've all got bits missing. Playing with my toys was obviously a big mistake! I also had a load of Britains farm animals and people seem to be buying and selling those on Ebay too. It's quite comforting to know that I'm not the only person who has never properly grown up! All of this suddenly makes obsessing about TV shows seem fairly sane and normal...
Unfortunately this led me to Ebay and now I need to be kept away from it at all costs! If not I'm going to spend money replacing some of the bits missing from some treasured childhood toys. I wasn't a very girlie girl and my dolls weren't particularly treasured (though I did draw an appendix scar on Sindy - if I had one then so could she), and though I wasn't into toy cars I did love my Britains Swoppet Knights (for more than you probably want to know about Swoppets go here to a site created by somebody obviously overcome with nostalgia). The great thing about them was that you could take bits off one knight or footsoldier and give it to another, but the problem was that this meant the tiny daggers and visors and shield bosses got lost. I've still got the Knights and the archers, but they've all got bits missing. Playing with my toys was obviously a big mistake! I also had a load of Britains farm animals and people seem to be buying and selling those on Ebay too. It's quite comforting to know that I'm not the only person who has never properly grown up! All of this suddenly makes obsessing about TV shows seem fairly sane and normal...