I don't fight my inner geek.
I embrace him. Or put him on my desk.
Yes, I’m the proud owner of a tin soldier. Tin admiral. Whatever. At least I can now discuss Macedonian Warelephants with Thomas (something James has given up on long ago. He only nods and pretends to be interested). I was delighted to learn that there is ONE Collingwood among all the Nelsons.
That aside Max the Menace has managed to destroy my tin-Elrond. After breaking off his nose, Lord Elrond has now lost his head completely. Bad cat, no schnitzel. But as you can see, I’ve found a worthy replacement.
Something more to dust. Yay!