to eat a pea because I feel sorry for it.

The mugs thing has struck a chord with me. There are mugs that I don't like and feel a bit put out if I'm given tea in them. Nothing to do with colour/pattern/shape, it's just them, we clash on a very basic level. They make my tea taste bad.

My DP has told me off for talking about getting a new car in front of our current car. I should know it will be upset by this and might decide to stop working for us.

I love the mini passports.

I do this with lots of things, food, toys, knickers and socks . I'm also very careful about looking for new houses 'when the house can see me'. DH was talking about trading my car in the other day and I stroked the dashboard and whispered to it that it wasn't going anywhere.

My name is from a small stuffed cow called Floydie Doydie. He lc's with his friend Monkey Man. I actually made them mini passports and stamped them when I took them away on holiday.

ooh hadnt spotted your post lesley33
TBH I do remember feeling like this as a child but grew out of it when I realised that I am disorganised and messy, so unless I am ruthless and throw things out, it takes over :(
I do remember recently feeling sorry for my car in a thunderstorn recently

You lot must be dreadful horders! And have too much time on your hands to worry about the clothes that are left behind when packing...when I'm packing it's usually 11pm the night before I'm going, and I'm slinging stuff in and cursing

Strangely it seems to work the other way round in our house. SoMuchToBits attributes feelings to things a lot, but really doesn't hoard things. But MrBits (who thinks she is bonkers for attributing feelings to things) finds it really hard to throw stuff away.

I have posted some things on here. But your post pombear reminds me of a serious point in that I have read that people who attribute feelings to objects are more likely to be serious and problematic hoarders. I can understand why this would happen as I could see my DP being this way a bit if left to own devices.

For example, DP rescued large cuddly toy from skip outside a house as the toy looked lonely and abandoned. It was grimy, but a clean in the washing machine soon sorted this. So we took a clean cuddly toy to the charity shop - along with something else so toy didn't get lonely. But if we kept all these things, our house after a few years would look like a tip.

My nanna still has pace eggs from the 1940s and they're fine - the yolk is all rattly (very very gently rattly!) in there but they will last years if you take care of them and the shell is intact. She has hot cross buns too, apparently the story goes that if you bake them before sunrise on Good Friday, they will never go mouldy, and these ones haven't.

Dd2 and gecko had a toy party tue thing in our bed after tea last night. When I asked them to tidy all the toys away they must have missed a bear that was under the duvet. When I climbed into bed I found it. I didn't want to leave it lonely out of bed do slept with it. What's worse is that I told them that they left it crying , alone in my bed they are used to me.... They just said he was fine, it wasn't adventure

rusty 'You'd better not let the other mugs know you know you have a favourite' - paraphrased from Layercake, which is my favourite film. But don't let anyone know.

Ah, we have definite mug hierarchy in our house. But the mugs seem to know their place, and the favourite ones never seem to upset the ranks outsiders..........

Ah, we have definite mug hierarchy in our house. But the mugs seem to know their place, and the favourite ones never seem to upset the ranks outsiders..........

I have six nice thin china mugs with different flowers on hanging on a mug tree by the kettle. I have to make sure I use them all equally, or they will feel left out. Even though, secretly, I have favourites....

I like this thread - I feel among friends here.........

Although you do realise, don't you, it's not actually me writing this, because I am a small plastic Playmobil chap. My owner is an 11 year old boy, and his Mum (SoMuchToBits) is writing this really. She is very lovely to all us Playmobil people though, and usually arranges us so we all have someone to talk to while our owner is out at school.

Can someone nominate this thread to classics?!

Also, having read some more posts I realise that although I am a bit barking there are plenty of you who are far far more barking...!

I kept a green inflatable bunny from a beach holiday we took when I was about seven.

It was fine in my bedroom for a while then started to deflate. I kept blowing it up but it was no good. It was a terminal illness.

Eventually I hid it in the cupboard under the stairs because I couldn't bear to look at it.

Years later I found it. It was perished so badly it disintegrated when I tried to straighten it out. On the bright side, it was still violently green because it was PVC.

Two years ago a Ukrainian friend of my mum's gave her a number of hard-boiled eggs, decorated with natural dyes such as onion skins, to celebrate Easter.

My mum gave one to me. It's still in the egg rack on the kitchen counter and I can't bear to throw it away because the Ukrainian woman's not here any more and I fear something bad will happen the minute I throw her egg away.

I should handle it like a grenade with a dodgy pin, shouldn't I?

Oh God... We are all mad... I do this too and the soft toy thing
I cant leave a soft toy on it's own as it will ge lonely... Gawwd, I'm a grown woman! What am I doing?

Shhh... The toys will hear me...

I do that to the fairy! And tell her to have a lovely sleep. I view her 11 months in the loft as a kind of hibernation process......... She gets carefully nestled down in the tinsel so she is comfortable.

OMG Norman When I'm putting all the cuddly/musical snowmen and santas back in their boxes, I kiss them all on their foreheads and tell them I'll see them next year

You are all mad. Seriously though, are some of these ishoos really quite problematic? Are they indicative of real problems?

Saying that - i talk to the soft toys and was sad when i said goodbye to my old car (gave it a nice pat and told it, it had been a good car etc)

Food?
Clothes? WTF

Just reopened the toy cabinet. It's a top loader. All the toys are beseeching me with their eyes. Even the donkey I got aged 5 that's only got one eye because the dog chewed it the very day I got it.

Oh God. I'm a wreck now.

Oh no! Christmas trees! I get all upset whe it's time to undecorate ours and take it down. Then I have to chop it up to go in the recycling bin. I caught myself this year, talking to it and telling it how much it would love being turned into compost, and how useful it was going to be, to make it feel better......

oh god what about all the peas left in the back of the freezer. they never fulfil their destinies.

I insisted on planting a tree in the garden after one Christmas.

Bloody thing grew like the weed it was. I think my dad euthanised it with Jeyes fluid.