We had a big wind storm and it knocked my funny angel from her perch and smashed her wings off.
And I just realised her sword has been smashed off as well.
But I kind of like it.
We went looking on the weekend for something to replace her and nothing hit the spot. Everything here at the moment seems to have a Balinese feel to it and unless you have the whole vibe happening, one little Buddha or elephant sitting in the courtyard looks weird. My fallen angel has character now and the spider webs add to the whole effect. She’s my wingless, swordless, silent guard of the household.