The Laundry, next door, was a place of great pleasure to us kids in the winter.
It was where we could sit and warm ourselves whilst talking to Chris, the lovely old man who used to run it. He let us in as we were never any trouble... well, not when he was looking anyway :)
A boy (who shall remain nameless) used to get in a Dryer and the other lads would put 10 pence in and watch him spin.... Oh, the good old days ;)
My mother was none to pleased, I can tell you.