Darran
Roger Freestone
My bride accidentally left her jeans on the line last night.
She just brought them in and said these are absolutely sopping.
She just brought them in and said these are absolutely sopping.

DittoOur larder had a 4/5 inch stone shelf, that was our "fridge" pre 1960s, Parlour fire was only lit at xmas, and the ahes in winter were spread on the back garden cement path, or the ash path across the road .
If youd return home in the winter and the fire want lit, thered be a frantic search and huddle around the 2 bar electric fire for an ohour os so until the fire was going.Ah, the parlour that was only used on rare occasions and the door remained shut most of the time.
It seems ridiculous now that one of the biggest rooms in a small house was virtually never used. Of course, no central heating meant that everyone huddled around the fire in the living room most of the time.
When I was a kid we used to dream of living in a corridor...Someone should write a comedy sketch about this thread. A comedy troupe of about half a dozen blokes maybe. They could call themselves, oh I dunno it sounds a bit out there but how about something like āMonty Pythonā?
Nah. Stupid name. Itāll never catch on.
We couldnāt dream, we werenāt allowed to sleep. Worked 25 hours a day we did. Sleeping was for privileged people.When I was a kid we used to dream of living in a corridor...
We were too poor for an electric fire. My dad would suck a polo mint and we'd all gather round his tongue.If youd return home in the winter and the fire want lit, thered be a frantic search and huddle around the 2 bar electric fire for an ohour os so until the fire was going.
we couldnt get sweets, they were still rationed.....We were too poor for an electric fire. My dad would suck a polo mint and we'd all gather round his tongue.
My dad would fart and invariably say āShoot the catā - weād relish the sudden warmth in the room.We were too poor for an electric fire. My dad would suck a polo mint and we'd all gather round his tongue.