Match box - Little Box #4

After the excitement of yesterday's evil penguin (who has now been christened Eric) it was a day of few Blip opportunities.

I almost, almost asked a total stranger at the train station if I could take a blip of them, but chickened out. How do others do that?

So its a continuation of that less and less occasional series of little boxes.

Today's box is another that I gained from my Grandma, a brass matchbox cover. A souvenir from a long forgotten trip to Mount St Leonard Abbey. Its something I remember being allowed to play with at Grandma's house as a child (hey it was the 70s and I still have all my fingers and didn't burn the house down), along with a collection of sundry other brass objects.

It was certainly well used by Grandma as the strike marks show.