I still have the bit of bent bucket handle that was given to me by by the builder who was building the ground floor bedroom extension (for my father, who was by then a wheelchair user) with a single bedroom self-contained flat above for my grandmother (the mad Irish one). I was building a brick-built, curved, raised flower bed, for my father's roses, raised so he could reach them from his wheelchair.
I remember building that wall very clearly, as I'd never done any bricklaying before. The builder gave me lots of instruction, and let me use his mixer, whilst my father sat outside watching me, whilst listening to the test match on the radio. Periodically he'd remind me that Churchill (of whom he was a great fan, to the extent of giving me the middle name Spencer............) could lay 400 bricks a day, and I would be lucky to lay 200 a day at the rate I was going.
Mind you, I was about 13 years old at the time, so it was misuse of child labour, really. That means I've been carrying around that bit of polished, galvanised, bucket handle for over 50 years, and was using it only a week ago to point up some stone work.