dormouse1953

In 1963, I was 4. It was the year my parents came back to the UK for Christmas after being out in the Middle East for a number of years and we were living in a small all-wood house in my grandfather's garden. I vaguely recall playing in the snow and huddling for warmth round the kerosene heater (no central heating, no fire). My brother, who was 3 and who had never really been in anything other than a tropical climate, took it all personally and refused to speak until the snow melted.