Warm feelings on a cold blustery day: baby pink fun fur

"I am about six years old and my father has gone on early shift, so I creep into my mother's bed and put my arms around her. She is soft and plumb and her nightdress was celanese. I can feel the texture of it in my head even now. I loved my mother and we would have little chats when she awoke."

BBC Radio 4 Memory Experience