This brings back happy memories. An uncle who sent me a cheque for one guinea at Christmas, the grownup-ness of a cheque was wonderful and the money was riches beyond belief to me in the 1950s! And my dear Godmother, Auntie May, who couldn’t have children as she was diabetic (from which she sadly died far too young) one Christmas gave me a little pinny, which she had probably made herself, with a hankie in the pocket and inside the hankie was half a crown! I must have been about three at the time but that carefully thought out present, the love that went into it and the sheer wonder of the discovery in the pocket stay with me to this day. I always had to write my thank you letters, and brought my son up to do the same, but it’s something children nowadays seem not to do unfortunately. Another ‘Auntie’, actually simply a neighbour, always gave me a 6d bar of Cadbury’s Dairy Milk if I popped in to see her on my way home from Church!