Many years ago* I bought a pack of bunting with which to decorate our garden.  Last year it adorned our balcony in Switzerland but, sadly, it is to be its last to bring joy to our home.

Now I know what you are going to say: “get a grip woman, it was only bunting.”  I know that I may be sounding a teeny tiny bit dramatic, but that bunting has been with me through A LOT.  I mean that bunting has witnessed the toddler years and if something has come through that with you, well it is a very fine thing indeed.  An attachment has developed.

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