How fondly I remember going to stay with my lovely Nanny Russell in the East End as a child.
A big old wooden bed, made up with brushed cotton sheets (in candy coloured stripes) and the heaviest blankets and eiderdowns you could imagine.
The house was freezing and she would wake me up and rush me downstairs, where we would eat buttered toast by the fire.
Happy memories but how times have changed. And textiles.
We didn't need all that on our beds anymore and, in the 60's,