The one thing I’m sure I can remember from my childhood, is having mashed potatoes and runny egg for lunch. Though my mother probably called it dinner. I think I must have been three or four, at the time.  Many of my childhood memories are things I don'f really remember - they are just things that people later told me had happened.  After all it was so long ago. But I’m sure I remember the mash, with the fried egg on top, a runny yellow yoke as bright as the summer sun and a knob of butter melting and oozing down the side. And pushing the fork through the yoke, so that it also ran down the side, all mixed up with the mash and the melted butter. Ah, no, maybe it wasn't a fork. I think I remember a pusher, and a spoon. Yes, I’m sure I remember a pusher - just like a fork but with a flat plate across the non-handle end. So that you could push the runny butter and the runny yoke into the soft, white mash and onto the spoon. And then send it ‘down red lane’, just as my Mother would say, and into my happy tummy. I think the pusher must now be in a drawer or cupboard somewhere, probably with my Christening mug, both wrapped up in blue tissue paper. How I loved that pusher and the eggy mash. I can remember that. I’m sure I can remember that.