A Tray Too Far

It's official, we have too many trays in our house.  They are stored on their side on the kitchen work top and occasionally come crashing down destroying everything in their wake (two bowls and the kitchen scales to date).  The last time this happened, earlier this week, Mr J and P grunted at me crossly - as if it was my fault we had too many trays - and I had to assure him that I would sort through the trays and clear out those excess to need.  So, 8 trays have become..........7.   Here are some of the more interesting ones:

Love the pattern on these:

Another orange, brown and yellow one - one of my favourite colour combos:

I love this one with its wickerwork surround and handles.  The tray surface is a lovely bright yellow, which unfortunately hasn't shown up well in this piccy, and has a pretty starburst pattern.

This tray belongs to Mr J and P which he bought back in the day when he collected royal paraphernelia (oh yes he did).  Tray   tres charmant n'est pas? (notice the subtle play on words):

Mr J and P's royal souvenir collection used to consist of postcards, magazines, jigsaw puzzles, books - you name it - he had a lot of it.  Which reminds me of the time he went to Oxfam to donate a Princess Margaret biography.  The lady in charge refused to accept it saying "Do you think anyone would ever want to read this?".  Poor Mr J and P scuttled off home rather red -faced, tail firmly between his legs.  That'll teach him to collect royal rubbish that no-one wants!    Aaah bless...