We call this the auto trolley. I don't know why or if that is even the correct term. I recall timber models being called tea trolleys. The chrome is due for a good clean. Just add it to the long list. The wheel protectors are bakelite. The wheels creak like four creaking doors opening at once. The glass had a sand blasted pattern. It only gets moved to vacuum under.
I suppose it is quite old. We acquired it when I killed our brother friend's mother. She clearly had no use for it subsequently and it did not fit the brothers house's decor, so it was given to us. We have had it for perhaps fifteen years and it has resided in four houses.
We are quite attached to it. Just looking at it now, I suppose it is Art Deco.
The wide based decanter was bought duty free in Christchurch in the early eighties. I am not sure what we were thinking. We paid $200 for it. What would that be in today's kilometres? Why so much? It is Waterford Crystal.
The two miniature bottles behind the decanter are spirits from Cyprus. We are not game to try them. The were gifts.
The water jug belongs to an expensive whisky glass set. All the glasses have gone. The present were also a gift.
They sit upon an inscribed silver tray presented to me after twenty seven years slavery for twenty five years slavery. No one noticed I had been there twenty five years until I had been for twenty seven. I keeps me 'ead down. The maid complains that he has to polish it as it tarnishes quickly.
Left over from R's abode in the seventies is the black plastic encased cigarette lighter. It was yellow, but we painted it black. No idea if it works or not. Doubt there would be gas in it.
The rest is just cheap crap.
How did I kill the brother friend's mother, I hear you wondering? We invited her and the brother friends for afternoon tea and I served my very special boiled fruit cake. That night she died in her sleep and the blame was firmly directed at my fruit cake.