I'm really not sure what is worse, the box or it's contents, a hideous collection of disgruntled Christmas ornaments. After emptying its worrying contents I did eventually find what I was looking for.
It was this, a large glass ball that I remembered I had that I needed for a spot of painting. I also found a JD whisky glass strangely full of pink. Now that must have been a night to remember. Carefully stuffing the ornaments back in using a claw hammer I resealed the ancient butter box and retreated from the darkest corner of the garage taking my new possessions with me.