Yesterday, I went down to Brighton to visit my Mum. I forgot sometimes how nice Brighton is – my brother says the same thing. We drank a couple of instant coffees then I went into her loft to see what toys I could liberate for my children (she suggested it).
I found these:
My Mum bought them in the eighties; I don’t think I ever played with them as I had horrible taste when I was a child and preferred pink plastic crap. These are rather chic and stylish, now that I am an adult. I am a bit frightened of letting my children play with them.