During the freezeup of 1947/8, I was sent to stay with an Uncle and aunt who ran a dry cleaning and clothes repair shop, and lived upstairs. There I saw my very first electric fire with mock coal at the bottom.
They never had any children, and I was terrified of my Aunt (my dad's twin sister). The only time there I had to go out of doors was to their toilet, which was situated with entrance only from the small garden at back. Very elaborate affair this was. However, my Aunt told me that she had 'counted the sheets on the (izal) toilet roll' and I should not use too much when I went in there and she would know exactly how much I was using.. I became scared of using that loo because of this. I know there was a serious paper shortage at the time, but still feel annoyed at that Aunt using such a mean thing to frighten a 6-year old.