Since coming back from the UK about a week ago, I've been a busy bee finding spots for all the fabulous finds that made it back with me.
A Roberts R24 radio from the early 1980s. By appointment of her Majesty the Queen !
I figured if it's good enough for the royals, it's surely good enough for me. And anyway, I've never been known to resist anything in a wooden casing.
I gave it the place of honour on my newly (re)installed bedside shelves. Together with a cute little WGP planter I brought back from a recent trip to Germany (50 cents it cost me. Yeah!) and a pile of books I'm planning to read and which are also cleverly hiding the 5 m of cord that came with my little radio.