WHEN I was fishing about for these blocks, I found a shoebox box of dolls house furniture that belonged to my mother. The pieces are in need of some tender loving care but aren’t they lovely? I didn’t think so as a child. They were handmade for my mother by her father and an uncle, I think. I must ask her. There’s a kitchen sink, with cupboards that open and close, side tables with removable drawers and check out the upholstered lounge suite. The radio did have a program and controls pasted on it but they’ve weathered away. As broken as a few pieces are, I’m glad I have them.