I was a wartime child, so toys were in short supply. My soft toys were mainly made by my mother out of any old clothes available. One was a monkey called Jacko made out of stretch jersey - and he stretched and he stretched and he stretched until he was probably the longest toy monkey in the world. My favourite, though, was a shop-bought toy dog, spaniel type, called Pongo. I played with Pongo so much that all the straw stuffing spilled out and he fell apart. I was so upset that another identical Pongo was bought - but he was never the same and I didn’t really play with him.
I had a big dolls’ house with lights, made by a local woodwork teacher. I don’t think it was ever put to its proper use, but I put the cat in it. He looked so funny peering out of the windows. He was a very patient cat.
When I was nine I was extremely ill with mastoiditis, and had an emergency operation. I was given presents then, including a beautiful copy of Peter Pan from my doctor. I kept it for years. My grandfather, not usually noted for extravagance, gave me a wonderful toy farmyard with all the animals and people. I absolutely loved it, and was still playing with it when I was twelve - doubt if that would happen nowadays!