Laura's tiny old wooden clogs.
'I remember playing with these as a little girl at my grandmother’s house. When she died a few years ago, and my dad asked if there was anything I would like to have to remind me of her, it had to be these because of the memories attached to them. Every day when I dry my hair and see them sitting on my dressing table I get a wave of nostalgia. Whenever you dropped in she'd always have something a bit special and delicious in the biscuit tin.'
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