Waiting, a tad impatiently for my liking

For a birthday a couple of years ago, I was given a beautiful piece of furniture, an apothecary chest. It is a beautiful chest, both to look at and use, and also because I know it was made ethically in Indonesia using sustainable mango wood.  It has lots of drawers in which to store things and I use it as a sort of desk to hold all my stationery items and work-related things thereby combining two of my big passions: stationery and storage. It makes me a very happy girlie. And on bad days it comes into use for another big passion (my children) when I use it to usefully store errant children in until they are ready to behave.

William, who shares my passion for all things stationery and storage can frequently be found looking longingly at the chest, caressing the drawer handles and opening and closing the drawers reverently. The other boys will use it to climb on (although ONLY IF THEY WANT TO RISK LOSING THEIR LIVES AT MY HANDS) but William holds it in the same regard as I do. Because he does so, and because he repeatedly asks if he can have one (WAY too expensive, my son), I promised it to him in my will.

Which was good, until the following exchange yesterday:

‘Am I really going to have this when you die Mummy?’

‘Yes darling boy, you are.’

‘Thank you Mummy,’ he said, his eyes shining.

Pause.

‘And when exactly WILL you die?’

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