Wendy said: “When she was a child in the 1950s, my mum was given a doll for Christmas. Dollie was the last doll in the shop: Mum’s two sisters never got a moving doll of their own! When I was little, I was occasionally allowed to see Dollie and wind her up once or twice, but she was soon put away again for safe keeping. For the last thirty years, she has been wrapped in a bag in the drawer, in bits. Her arms and head needed to be re-attached, and her poor legs needed to be reset then reattached. My mum never thought she could be fixed. It is so wonderful to see her standing and moving again!”
