Some of the most joyous moments in a young lad's life, occur when he finds himself in receipt of a gift he's lost sleep over. Usually its something iconic. In my case, a football with the names of the 1966 World Cup winners scrawled across the surface. Never mind that it was mass produced, the fact that your mates had one too, only served to reinforce the 'band of brothers' bond. Bear in mind that we were still some distance from owning a bike with drop handlebars and Derailleur gears. That's another story, entirely.
Equal to the joy of receiving a desired gift, is the moment when a man in his middle years (depending how optimistic you are) rediscovers a long lost toy from his childhood.
Today, I felt a moment of joy, and it had nothing to do with the pint of Wadworths 6X I had with my pub lunch. My step-sister had discovered a concealed and deadly weapon, in an old, lockable, piece of furniture that once housed my stash of contraband. When breaking up a wormy bureau that was beyond saving, my old 'Spudmatic' sprang from a recess. It was kind of her to save it for me. Many sisters would have dumped it, as retribution for the frenzied fire of potato pellets she found herself subjected to, in the dim and distant past.
But joy of joys, she also rescued these four ladies, tiny, fragile cars from a transporter that was once hitched up to a diesel engine in my train-set. I think they are (from left to right) Peugeot, ? Citroen, and Saab. If anyone can identify the second model, I'd be grateful. They are now garaged on the base of my monitor. Oh joy!