At Chelsea this year there were a few sculptures that caught my eye, and while I don’t think I’m in the market for something quite this size (or frankly price) this “Falling Man” by Helen Sinclair* is the style I’d go for if I were.

But as someone who has a tendency to be a bit clumsy, the idea of capturing someone falling appealed. Although I’m sure I never look anywhere near as elegant during a mishap. That could be when my ankle decides to give way while walking, making it look like I’ve forgotten how to walk, or if I unintentionally knock something on the table and scramble to save its contents spilling everywhere, usually with mixed results!

Wouldn't it be good though if falling (as I’m resigned to the fact it happens to me) looked so classy, all of the time?

* BTW if you’re interested: the sculpture is in bronze and is priced at £14,500.

My clumsiness is long-standing and resulted in broken bones while growing up. There was the time that I fell down the stairs wearing my new slippers with, as it turned out slippery soles, but with a much wanted “fake-fur pom-pom” on the top (broken arm) and the one where I was skipping alone in the school playground, got tangled up in the rope and fell (broken foot).

So I feel well qualified to talk about falling, let’s hope I’m not about to surpass my earlier attempts.

Maybe buying the sculpture would be the better option after all...

But the memories are still strong.

In fact it's only relatively recently that I've dismantled my old dolls house, partly because of the space it took up and how it contravened my "clear under the bed policy" and also because, it's unlikely that I'll ever play with it again, although sorting it out for the final time I did quite enjoy myself.

It was a handmade affair, crafted with love by my grandparents and parents and as we lived in Bungalow Road, it was a bungalow. The flat roof lifted off and doubled up as a garden, complete with a 'mirror' pond. Just don't ponder what happened to the water when the roof went back on!

My dolls house, hand made by my dad and grandad

Lifting the roof also unveiled the high-tech lighting system, a series of battery-powered coloured switches that lit up each room, and I think a standard lamp in the main room, clearly a sign of the times, which like many things fashion or interiors related come back again, and a number of decades later we have a standard lamp in our living room.

Which now I look at it is red and white. Just like the exterior of my dolls house was. A spooky coincidence?

Inside was a bit of a mess. Most likely to having been moved around, although perhaps the garage less so as that seemed to be taking a more realistic role.

THE LIGHT SWITCHES WERE STILL IN ONE PIECE

...AND AS EXPECTED THE GARAGE NEEDED A CLEAR OUT TOO

It seemed only right that I should put things in order, so some tidying up was undertaken. Much easier than a real-sized house!

Note the yellow curtains and bedding set, yes the yellow thing is a long-held thing. And I had a smocked dress, in the same material as those curtains. It was always my windows dress, now I wonder if this is the reason why.

And can you tell by the decor that I'm a child of the Seventies?

Once everything was sorted most of it was packed into a pretty storage box, and then quickly rearranged to make space for the lighting panel. So now I have a smaller box of parts of the inside and exterior of my dolls house, and of course I'll always have the memories.

Do you still have any of your childhood toys?