A stool, yellow plastic weave with wooden legs. I remember my dad coming home with the stool and a similar blue and brown chair for me and my younger sister when I was about 6.
From here I can see Felicity (original name Poppet, but gloriously rechristened by Great-Uncle George after Christmas lunch) who has been creepily standing on a chair in the lounge for over a year now. Really should find somewhere more Meant.
Half a dozen other dolls and some soft toys tucked away in a cupboard and under the bed.
A gate-leg dining table, a small carved inlaid table and a wooden stool which weren't actually in our house until I was a teenager but were my granny's before that.
A few books. The Don Camillo omnibus, First Year of Piano Lessons. The Heyers and the Arthur Mee collections are my own copies bought much later.
Some silly little ornaments (H indulged me by mending and varnishing the gayboxes so my Whimsies and similar are on the wall in our bedroom), a small set of cardboard drawers, a hessian bag with a picture appliqued on that I made in third year Juniors. Some costume jewellery, including my scatterpins.
A few plates, pink and white picture of a coaching inn.
The black green and gold teapot on its stand, which I have held in my heart for as long as I can remember.