We had coal fires when I lived in Dibble Road and it was lovely to come home from school on a autumn day like today and get warm in front of it. Nan used to bank up the fire after I had gone to school, but it was still warm for me.
It was especially useful during the 3 day week when we were having power cuts, all the lights and TV would go off, but we had the coal fire, gas cooker and 2 really pretty reproduction Victorian paraffin lamps which gave a cosy light.
I remember occasionally watching dad lighting the fire, firelighters and screwed up pieces of the Evening Mail on the fire, then lighting it with the box of matches always on the mantelpiece, usually used to light the fire and his Park Drive cigarettes, mom smoked Embassy and collected the coupons, if the fire wouldn't start he would draw it with a piece of the (then) broadsheet Evening Mail until just before it caught fire, throwing it quickly on the fire. I always loved to watch him do that, but strangely, though we must have had a coalman, I can't remember him delivering, I can remember when we had the bathroom built on, dad built a brand new coal bunker and I spent hours playing on it or quietly reading on it.
Loved nan making toast in front of it and just lying in front of the fire, making up stories.