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This is a question My most treasured possession

What's your most treasured possession? What would you rescue from a fire (be it for sentimental or purely financial reasons)?

My Great-Uncle left me his visitors book which along with boring people like the Queen and Harold Wilson has Spike Milligan's signature in it. It's all loopy.

Either that or my Grandfather's swords.

(, Thu 8 May 2008, 12:38)
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I am a very normal man to all friends and acquaintances alike. I don't cry, I don't buy flowers or pretty decorative things for my house. I like football and metal and would think nothing of kicking a cat if it started to claw at my shoes.

Meet Gerald, my sunshine buddy.

A few years ago I moved to a strange city, bigger and further away than any place I'd ever lived before. I was several hundred miles from all branches of my extended family and though excited I was also a bit alone. So when I saw Gerald in the window of Forbidden Planet I bought him immediately as I thought my girlfriend would find him cute. Not me of course, I'm a manly man. But my girlfriend would like him. Gerald was posted to my girlfriend with instructions to look after him and within a few months she moved to the same city to live with me in my new house.

Gerald of course came too and he now sits on a south facing window frame in the living room getting the most light to ensure as much bobbing of the head from side to side. Every morning when I open the curtains I'm ashamed to say that I greet him with "Morning Gerald!" and at night wish him well with a "Night Gerald!". I love the spring for one more reason than most as it means that there's enough light when I get home from work to power his solarpanel. For the darkest months of the year I don't see him move except for a few brief occasions at the weekend.

And when my girlfriend and I split up and she moved out we discussed what was going where. She took some extra towels and pillows, I kept the toaster and kettle. She wanted to take Gerald but I was adamant he was going nowhere. I bought him, he was mine. And if you've ever lived with someone for so many years you've forgotten what it's like to go for a few days without hearing another voice, without having a chance to have a conversation with a friend at a moments notice - however brief - about nothing in particular, it can be quite disturbing how eerie and silent it gets.

But I was okay because Gerald was there for me. Always bouncing, always smiling.

So for all my expensive guitar, keyboard, amplifier equipment, the 3 PCs and 15 years worth of banking details, letters and other assorted crap - I would save Gerald, my sunshine buddy.

Words can't begin to describe how unbelievably sad and pathetic I feel having just typed all that.

EDIT: Pic updated to show Gerald in action on his very own windowsill.
(, Thu 8 May 2008, 14:24, 2 replies)
Re: Gerald
I bought a Sunshine Buddy when they guy I (wrongly) thought was the love of my life up and left me with no explanation. My Sunshine Buddy kept me company through the bad times, and now life's a lot better he's still there to greet me every morning when I draw the curtains.

They should give these guys out on the nhs, sales of prozac would plummet!
(, Fri 9 May 2008, 17:42, closed)
I have one too
and a flip - flap.

They used to sit on my desk when I had a miserable job.
(, Fri 9 May 2008, 21:53, closed)

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