My brother had a wind up Winston Churchill. When he walked along, the tip of his cigar lit up. I remember manicure sets, also those little round plastic disc shaped things where you had to get the little ball bearings into the holes, skipping ropes, hoola hoops, roller skates.
There was a shop on the corner of our road which sold a variety of items. The shopkeeper had a 'club'. She would give you a card and you could pay in so much a week - usually a penny or two, then we would buy our mum something for Christmas. A vase or something (which we would take back if she told us off) 
What do you think about my situation?
How can *anybody* still see this man as any kind of statesman or world leader?



