Times past, bygone years. Words that held no interest to me many years ago. Now those things we did, used, watched and listened to I yearn for. Simple things, things of my time: Blue Tits stealing cream from milk bottles delivered to your door. The whir, click, click click of the rotary dial when you used the phone. Small white paper bags with a quarter of sweets. Suffering Charlie Pride and Jonny Cash every Sunday on my fathers record player. Now I listen happily to them myself. Drawing the fire with the Belfast Telegraph when I struggled to hold it open. Walking to school, every day in every weather. The smell of coal fires on a cold damp evening. Waiting patiently for football results on a Saturday Leggo that were only bricks, my mind made the space ships. Vista curry on a Saturday afternoon Yours?