101 this year. This is my mother's moth-eaten dachshund, given to her at her christening and removed and hidden throughout the First Word War as it was a German tekel/badger-dog and having anything German was construed as being unpatriotic! It was one of the few things that I can remember seeing from her childhood and always stood on the mantlepiece in her bedroom. 5 a.m. again - can't sleep and it's pouring with rain. Engine room spring-cleaning today so an early blip.