One of the joys of looking after the home of an ancient relative is being able to poke around in the kitchen and other cupboards – during those quiet moments when attention is not needed in the sick room. . . . . Whilst we were preparing for said relative to be admitted into the safe hands of a care home, we shared the visiting and care for many months. I was able to engage great aunt in conversations about her childhood and where abouts she would have been living when she owned this item or that. The very happy memories flooding back during that wonderful period will stay with me for the rest of my life. She would enthrall me with tales about how her mum and dad would make huge doughnuts and deep fry them in the chip pan – then toss them in sugar on the marble work surface in the chilly larder. Priceless history lessons.