As all my immediate family know, I’m a minimalist and a ‘chucker-outer’ and any treasures I do have are carefully stored away. Doug went down to the garage today to find his Allen keys, and as he doesn’t have a shed, his stuff is in big tubs, in shall we say, random order? He was about to tackle the fourth tub when I went down there and suggested we just buy a new set. “No!” he responded, “they will be here, they’re in Grandma’s old button box.” Grandma who? I asked as we’ve been grandparents for just on 22 years ourselves. He looked at me incredulously and said, “Grandma Eliza’s of course! whose do you think?” He bent down and picked up a battered little tin which has kicked around his sheds for all our married life. ” Here they are!” he declared triumphantly. “I knew I wouldn’t have lost them.” Those who have read ‘ice creams’ know that grandma Eliza died about seventy years ago so I can assure you her little button box, Allen Keys and all, will live in the little drawer at the bottom of my china cabinet. It is the only thing we have that was hers. Well, I think so, maybe I’d better ask.