I've had this iron sheep doorstop a very long time - so long that I had to think a while before I could place where he came from, and that was disconcerting, because I'm very fond of him. But I remembered - at least I hope I've remembered ... there used to be a shop on St Clements, in Oxford, that sold rather tasteless fireplaces, and a lot of bric à brac to go with them, most of which one wouldn't want at all. But I'm pretty much positive about this provenance, which means he's moved from Oxford, to a couple of houses in NJ, to a couple of houses in LA, and now sits on a bookshelf (in part because many of our doors are kept closed, because of the Cat Wars).
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