A month or so before Christmas, the daughter of a close friend of mine was going to New York on a school trip (What happened to school trips?! My secondary school 'trip' was a visit to the local sewage works!

), and I gave her some spending money to go with. I asked what their itinerary was, and she mentioned they were going to Ellis Island. I told her I had a friend (Charlie
waynorth
), whose Sicilian grandfather had passed through Ellis Island, and like many other Italian-Americans, had his surname arbitrarily changed. She clearly remembered the story because she brought me this rather odd-looking bath duck back from the Ellis Island/Statue of Liberty visitor centre.
Not knowing what else to do with it, I put the duck on the side of my bath.
The only problem is, now, every time I have a bath, I keep thinking of Charlie's grandfather!
Happy New Year Charlie C