I have this “problem”.
It manifests itself every time I go to the beach.
(which is quite often at the moment because I have to check on Delia’s rug).
I always take the dogs with me as they like the beach too.
Anywho, my problem.
Well, I am ashamed to talk about it really.
I like to collect interesting shaped or coloured beach stones and take them home with me in the hope that once home, they stay just as beautiful and can now adorn my house, only they don’t.
By the way, this problem also includes shells.
I do have some standards (no limpets or barnacles) but I also have piles of not-very-pretty-now-they-are-home shells and stones.
Even stones with potential messages look ugly and silent the minute they reach home.
It is a bit like going round Ikea with a shopping trolley, buying everything in sight because it looks fab in the store and then getting it all home, unpacking it and asking yourself why, just why.
When I was a child, we used to drag these rocks home, realise they were boring and then put them in a rotary rock-tumbling machine (it rumbled on and on in the garage for years). The results were just as horrible but now had value, if only from the electric it cost. I remember sticking them onto blank bracelets with araldite (remember the matches stirring the two types together) and distributed to family for Christmas!
Am I alone? Do I need therapy?
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.