Brief post today, as I'm nursing a torn muscle and am feeling a little groggy as a result of the painkillers and the large glass of red wine with which I washed them down.
The vase is a family heirloom. It stood on my maternal grandmother's mantelpiece in London throughout WW2.
Whilst their house wasn't bombed, the neighbours' was and the vase remained intact.
Don't think it's worth anything much, but it has great sentimental value. There's a small bead stuck halfway down the narrow neck, put there by my brother when he was little!
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