In 2013, we toured all the 80 Gromit statues in Bristol (and one in London, Paddington) to raise some money for Medical Detection Dogs, who trained Lola. This beautiful golden Gromit was at St Nicholas Market. Gold and Silver are at the end of the rainbow, not in the sky, but in the ground… there is more gold and silver in Carole Bromley‘s poem, below – thank you, Carole!
I Wish
I wish I could live in the dolls’ house
and sit on a velvet chair and sip
from a silver goblet
I could sleep under that patchwork
grandma made with a cotton wool pillow
and keep my socks on all night
I’d loll against the kitchen sink
like the silly pipe-cleaner doll
washing the one gold plate
Sometimes I’d take a bath in the pink tub
and gaze up at the bare bulb
until it grew late
then I’d take down one of the paper books
from the shelf and kick off my shoes
and contemplate
If I felt like it, I’d go out of the tidy front door
carrying the tiny peg basket
and gather china fruit
I’d share it out with the wooden dog
and the three-legged cat
and warm myself at the grate.
If I could shrink and not grow up
I’d live my life in the room of gold chairs
behind the five-barred gate.
© Carole Bromley
Joke:
What’s black and white and red all over?
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Poetry Roundabout 
I’ve always liked this one of Carole’s as I had similar thoughts about my own dolls’ house (made for me by my grandad, with real electric lights). Fairies lived in mine however, so may not have wanted me moving in.
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Ah, my mum and dad sold my doll’s house as I spent most of my time taking the furniture out and playing with it on the floor… I was very young, probably too young for a doll’s house, and regretted I hadn’t understood about playing with it in the rooms, when I was older!
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