Last night I was searching in my bedside table for some Lemon throat pastilles (I've got a cold), when I came across the above.
It's my late mother's 1902-dated fruit knife. How, or why, it came to be in my bedside table drawer; I have absolutely no idea.
It's very small; just 4 ins long fully opened. It has a very fancy silver blade, which looks at some time to have been used to open a can of beans, as the tip of the blade is a bit crumpled.
My late mother always said that if she wished to contact me (after her demise), she would do so in the form of a four-leaf clover. Well, I've never found that four-leaf clover, but this seemed like a sign of some sort.
I think, maybe, she'd just met-up with Bok, and wanted to let me know that he was OK.