I do not have a favourite possession. There are many objects and possessions that i admire for diverse reasons, but it is people and life that truly inspire. So i am posting my dad as my favourite. He died of cancer just before christmas, and as with all our most precious possessions, it is only when we lose them that we truly appreciate their value. Dad was an engineer, an inventor and a true eccentric. He populated my childhood with low-tech solutions to everyday problems; rubber bands, hot-water-bottle-tops and plastic guttering featured regularly in ingenious contraptions that really worked, and kept visitors both amused and perplexed for hours. He wore two watches, one on each wrist. I forgot to ask him why...