They’re just ‘stuff’ really. On the windowsill. The crystal one, a birthday present would catch the light – if the sun ever comes back. The antique porcelain was a gift from a friend when I was quite ill. The tall pewter one is another birthday offering. There’s the fabric one that I bought myself at Edinburgh zoo and finally there are the South African china one – a souvenir from Boulders beach – and the little resin pygmy one from Tasmania. Yeah, just stuff – but my penguins mean a lot to me.