Silk have just read your message and yes the memories do come back.Didn't that toast taste so much nicer done on the fire. And the chimney well we lived in a very old house with a chimney that dropped staight down and My mum used to climb on the roof which had a slope and drop the christmas tree down to clean it.She would tie the old flat iron onto it and it would go right down ha! ha! To see pictures in the fire was great fun. Making acorn men was a thing we liked to do with match sticks.And little matchbox cars with an elastic band.Remember playing with a couple of buttons on a thread and you spun them round and they made a lovely whirring sound. Tops that you chalked pattens on so they looked pretty as they spun. I remember being so proud of a fountain pen my Dad made for me from some old broken ones. It was my christmas present, maroon tortoishell. When you had so little you treasured these things and made sure you kept them safe. What a long way we have come till we reached this throw away age. A button falls off now, no need to sew it on go buy another ha! ha!