Our mate Tek gave us this box. Tek has a tendency to have vicious clear-outs in which everything gets chucked unless you make an emergency dash over the Leicestershire/Warwickshire border and save it. He doesn't like clutter, but he's ruthless about his exit strategy: 'take it, or it's going in the bin'.
We rescued this wooden box. It was made by Rank when they were in Leicester but we know not what it contained. When we picked it up it was full of intriguingly (to be later translated as 'frustratingly') un-paired keys and padlocks. I don't know what to do with those yet. A quick Dyson, a polish and some lining paper, and the box now looking after my inks.
(...some of them. I can't fit them all in, and there are more due in the post any minute. But it's a start. Matches the desk too.)