The duck, on the other hand, had a plug (now missing) in its underside. Also, my sister was never much of a saver. The piggy was quite traditional; the duck is gloriously seventies. Of all the things I've inherited from my sister, this is one of the ones that gives me the greatest pleasure.
I had a piggy bank, so logically of course my sister had a ducky bank. However, this always came out instead as piggy duck. Just as when, on our school sports day, when we had to balance tubers on our flatware* rather than the potentially more messy traditional alternative, this was known as the egg and potato race.
*Because in Sheffield, only knives are cutlery.
Cups of tea so far this February: 50
Online meetings so far this February: 16