Granny Violet had a musical box. It sat in the hearth of the gas fire along with the pointless hearth tool set and various other strange and useless ornaments. It was an object of beauty and awe to me and sis. When you pressed the button on the top it all opened up to reveal compartments stuffed with Dunhills to the accompaniment of a lovely tune. It was irresistible.
One day granny Vi nipped down to the shops and left us for 20 mins as was perfectly normal back in the day. The temptation was just too much. I think we got clipped around the back of the head when she got back and everything stank of fags. Or maybe me and sis just passed out with the nicotine.