In My Garden Meerkat Ornament

There comes a time in every parent's life when chick becomes fully fledged bird and must fly from the nest. I had accepted this inevitability, but the reality of this emptiness shook me to the core one sunny Spring day.
Waving from the back of her boyfriend's lowered Micra, I saw my reason for existence vanishing quickly in a plume of dust, and rapidly found myself facing my encroaching mortality, in the now empty hallways of my expansive suburban terraced house. As always when plumbing the depths of my own depression, I found myself drifting aisle after ailse of my local B&Q outlet, like a moth drawn to the brightly lit bargains.
Serendipity is a fickle creature and finds many forms, and in this it was imbued in the polyresin statuette into which I was now weeping.
I felt an instant connection to the polymer mammal; it too was buried in a hole of it's own making BUT this cheerful- dare I say cheeky- character taught me a lesson which thousands of pounds worth of therapy had failed to do.
He was climbing out of his hole- peeping his inquisitive little eyes towards the bright light of the world above.
I too can have learnt to escape from my hole, and every day starts with a long conversation with his understanding features.