A favourite Aunt and Uncle gave me a little carved wooden trinket box for Christmas when I was 10 years old. It is six inches square, lined with red velvet, the top of the hinged lid is a painted tile. I thought it the prettiest thing I’d ever seen and fifty four years later the thought of it still makes me smile. I no longer use it but it’s in a box of ‘things I cannot bear to throw away’.
Words you don’t often see now.
Do you agree with me or parent and child?
Only 50% of middle age adult manage more than 1 brisk 10 min walk a month.

