My dad died on me. There's ceramic chicken we've repaired a dozen times. It was my mother's. The banker dude was just here to evaluate the trust. Apparently, I was defensive.
I'm supposed to hide the good stuff. I don't care about the valuable crap. Instead, I'm worried about this dumb chicken.
I have a similar situation, OP. I own two purple ceramic poodles that are from the 1950s. They are about 18 inches tall, have a painted gold collar with fake diamonds in them. They are kinda tacky, but boy do I love them. They belonged to my grandmother.
An old wooden pig, an old pair of boots from a memorable motorcycle trip in Italy..
There are two chairs my cats have scratched the shit out of; I could repair both. He wants to put up for auction.
The OP broke open the chicken and hid valuable items in. That's why he had to repair it and that's why he wants it so bad.
OH MY WORD
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