We were having a clear-out - or rather Mrs Pig "Farmer" was. It was best to keep moving or find yourself stashed away with the mops and broomhandles.
An old shoebox revealed, among other nick-nackery, a couple of badges.
"I had that when I was 12," I said.
"I had mine when I was 12 too," she said.
"Anti-apartheid, what about you?"
Our childhoods were very different.