In my ways I’m so thankful my parents are hoarders, my dad more than my mum and this 100% applies to stuff that belonged to my sister and I. The attic at their house is like a museum of childhood and every time my dad is on holiday he insists he’s going to sort it out. I know somewhere there is a huge box of all my classic novels like Little Women, Alice in Wonderland, The Wind in the Willows that I collected as a child. There’s also so many plush toys from the Disney Store i’m sure I could make a fortune on eBay. Somewhere there is replica Cinderella…