Dancing in the dark

When I was little, and I don’t mean a size 10; I Mean when I was 3 or 4, I had a night light.

The lamp was in the shape of a lamb; Larry I liked to call him, sat on my dressing table and glowed gently while I went to Sleep.

He smelt of plastic and I loved the smell.

One night his bulb housing slipped and the bulb slipped down and lay on the dresser; eventually mum and dad were alerted to the smell of burning and Larry was removed before damage further than a burn stain on the top of The dresser was caused .

I passed a shop in town the other day abs they had these pretty night lights. Not quite Larry but very reminiscent of… I was smitten.

Himself said no, but I just couldn’t resist. I adore it.