Wowzers! I think I've mentioned before that I have a family history of liking tacky ornaments? I think it all dates back to my Grandmother and probably my Great-Grandmother before her. I seem to recall that my Grandparents' place boasted a whole host of these gaudy lovelies, including a pair of ceramic dogs, which were claimed by my Mother's cousin but as she's been out of favour for a great number of years now, the request was ignored, lest that they were worth a great deal on the open market(?) I think it's safe to say that I'm a third generation cockney - although since the BBC TV programme QI smashed the myth about babies being born in Bromley-Le-Bow, it's apparently in the resonance of St-Mary-Le-Bow which is near the City of London - so who's a proper Cockney then? As part of my University of London History Degree, we studied the history of London (natch), but I was bored out of my skull for a whole ream of all of this and the ex-accountant who recounted all of the peals of the bells in great detail made me want to jump out of the window, I wouldn't take a great deal of notice of the breadth of my knowledge.
I love the detail on the rabbit portrait - they're splendid aren't they? The china dog is also adorable too. My Mother-in-law is also a huge fan of tacky ornaments and they dominate the dresser of her London Council Flat. Ho hum.
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