The other thing that I adore is that it is a bit of an alter to happy.
And the phone was found in a junk shop for £2 on a day trip with g about ten years ago. Yes it works, brilliantly. We just don't plug it in because the below lump of idiocy howls like an eejit when it rings, then the manic shaking starts. We have explained that the phone ringing is unlikely to herald the coming of the apocalypse but she remains unconvinced.
So sitting here scribbling always makes me feel good. I'm surrounded by happy times and now I've tidied and can get to my pen and notebook I'm feeling just a little bit grateful to Jocelyn