Seeing this piece of yellowed card, 5 inches by 1-and-a-½, lightly dusted with fly dirt, embossed with letraset, cracking but still demi-bold, renews a distant memory. I was very small when my Dad pushed four coloured thumbtacks, one for each corner, through the then-fresh cardboard, the layer of blue hessian and deep into the pinex of our kitchen noticeboard. It remained pinned there for several years. He took it with him when he left home.
