I’d go back to when I was a child at junior school with my parents and little sister in our large rented house in Old Trafford. They were happy days. We were well loved. We played out in the street all the time. We all just ‘knocked on’ for one another. Hula hoops, roller skates, hopscotch chalked onto the pavement,, skipping ropes, (not a bike between us all - no-one could afford one), marbles ‘alleys’, practicing our handstands and cartwheels with our skirts tucked into our knickers. Happy Days, fond memories of innocent times - for us children anyway. I remember sunset evenings playing out till daddy came to call us in for bath time and bed. My goodness, 50 years ago. The blink of an eye.