Hi Edmund Fifield, Yes I'm quite familiar with Lea Hall. I went to Sir Wilfred Martineau school and had some friends in Lea Hall/ Lea Village. I remember a time my mother took me to go food shopping at Lea Village regularly. One particular time mum took me into the butchers there, and while she was making up her mind what to get I happened to look down on the floor. Right there before my very eyes was a 10 bob note. Because of living in a tin hut (prefab) and barely our family surviving from one week to the next on the pittance we had, finding 10 bob seemed a fortune. However it was not mine so I handed it in to the butcher. He said if nobody has claimed it in two weeks then its mine. Waiting anxiously for two weeks was painful, but it finally came. I asked the bitcher if anyone has claimed the money. He said No! here you are son its yours. WOW! You could have knocked me over with a feather. Funny thing, my memory only goes to that point. I have no idea what I done with it. Funny old life isn't it. The less we had in the 50s the more we would appreciate it. In the 21st century the more we have, the more we seem to take for granted. Having said that I would not want to go back to being brought up rough and living the most basic way of life you could imagine. Crabby sheets turned to ice on a washing line, a mangle in the garden and coats or something piled high on my bed in winter to keep me warm instead of blankets. I think I'll take things for granted and live out my remaining years in a cosy sort of way.