I've been having a good old clear out of clothes, books etc. My husband came across trophies in the wardrobe and asked, "who's Andrea Burgess, Low Hill Ladies Darts Champion 1998, Halton Castle?", amongst other bad taste souvenirs & keepsakes. This resulted in a reverie of my accomplishments on the oche. The only Liverpool Ladies player that had 180 and a nine dart finish! As I remember it, I wanted to have a wee and go to the bar. We uncovered a few of my 'precious things' in the wardrobe (my darts tat), and I held these lurid purple objects to my bosom, along with my darts & sharpener that we also found. "But you can't play darts anymore!", I heard. I couldn't bring myself to put my trophies in the bin, albeit some runner-ups. Am I going soft for wanting to hang onto these things?