My Grandad's Book of Common Prayer that he always carried in his pocket, apparently, even though he wasn't a regular churchgoer. It's very small and the pages are tissue-paper thin but only one is slightly torn.
A corkscrew made of ebony in the shape of a Scottie dog. It only has one ivory eye, and the tail is the corkscrew. It also belonged to my maternal grandfather. He died well before I was born, and I treasure both these things and love looking at them.
A chinthe that my Dad brought home from what was then Burma when the war against Japan ended. It is very heavy, solid brass probably although black with age. I often played with it as a young child and it is one of the few objects I have to remind me of him. I'd love to know its history before it came into my Dad's possession. I understand that their export has been banned for many years now.
The locket that my parents bought me when I passed my 'O' Levels. It's in the shape of a heart, very flat but it opens and has their photos inside. I haven't worn it for a while as it needs a new jump ring and I'm worried that I will lose it, but I wore it constantly for years until recently.
My print of "The Artist's Garden at Vetheuil" by Monet. It just makes me feel happy every time I look at it - so sunny and verdant.
The last one is not in my home, but in my garden for some months of the year. My tortoise! I've been fascinated by tortoises since I was about 3 years old, and I got her when I was 5. I still love watching her ambling about in the summer. Tortoises are remarkably good at climbing so it is a battle of wits every year to prevent her scaling my raised beds, potted plants and any other vertical object that takes her fancy! They are also not always slow - when the weather warms up she can build up quite a speed 