My Nan's paperweights.

She collected them for years and had a plethora of them. I have three which I was allowed to take from the house after they had both passed.
My nan was a great cook but I remember her giving us marrow when I was circa 7. I hated it so wrapped it in a napkin and threw it out of the bathroom window. Yeah, I'm sure she knew. She also gave us cornflakes for breakfast with peaches on and whenever I stayed with them I would get into bed in the morning and have a cup of tea with Jaffa cakes. I loved those times.