Lose my elephant? Not on your Nelly!
AS A child during the war, my sisters and friends would play ‘swing around the lamp post’. My dad would throw a rope around the arm in the post, which was designed for the lamplighter to rest his ladder against when he cleaned the glass. One day we were playing, and I was leaning against a wall waiting for my turn. On the wall I spotted a small black elephant. It had no trunk and one leg was missing. I picked him up and put him in my pocket. He is still with me. I was seven then, and I am 84 now. I go everywhere with him in my bag. He is even a TV star, as one day when I was out walking, a TV crew stopped me. They were filming a piece about lucky charms and asked whether I had one. Of course I showed them my elephant, and explained how I had come by him. I have told my daughter that she must always keep him after I have gone, and my eldest grandson even has a tattoo of my lucky elephant on his arm.
Florence Lote, Milton Keynes, Bucks.