Hi,My mom passed away a couple of weeks ago and with my sisters we were talking about all out childhood days which were so good, except when we lived in that house in howe street,i remember two of the men who worked in the factory opposite our house,they knocked on our door carrying our dog and told us they seen our dog jump out of the upstairs window and there was nobody behind him and he died,then i remember my dad nailing up the shed at the end of the back garden and in the middle of the night we were woken by the banging of the shed door it was wide open,and many other things that happened in that house,we were so glad to move out. Regards Lindy