I was once mistaken for a collector of ducks. I was in Amsterdam and my boyfriend had bought me a little soapstone duck because I love the colour green. The next day our host’s observant friend presented me with a little pewter duck during a sightseeing trip, and then our host, not to be outdone, gave me a painted wooden duck from his own collection as a parting gift. Recently, I went and mistook myself for a collector of elephants. I’d been given a hefty stone elephant as a birthday present some years ago, and when I spied this similarly hefty ceramic elephant at an op shop it somehow struck me as my elephant’s long lost brother.