I love nostalgia. I love seeing or finding something that conjures that missing memory from the depths of my brain. Personally I find it pretty hard to come by, even with the internet there for every memory to be Googled, but last month I took a day off work and with a group of friends and went to the Museum of Childhood. For hours we trawled through row upon row of nostalgia, screeching with excitement at all the amazing finds. I imagine it must be complete torture for children as every toy is behind a glass case, but as adults there is so much there to look at, especially the packaging and design of some of the artefacts which is so great to see in real life.