Oh. yeah. Lots. But one stands out as the unlikeliest present I could have imagined.
Around 25 or so years back Mrs Didge was into doll making and she made me an Arabian dancing girl, right down to transparent pants, brief top, and all the expected attrtibutes. (I peeked.)
She's been sitting on my bed ever since, guarding it for me. On the odd occasion I miss making my bed she sits up on a shelf, looking crestfallen, and makes me feel bad about myself.