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Originally Posted by Gordon Booth
Sitting in a tin bath in front of the fire was lovely- although I must admit once you were 15 it did get a bit embarrassing!
And of course by then your cousin was too big to fit in with you got a luke warm bath..
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Originally Posted by Gordon Booth
I once sat in that bath 15 hours waiting for my mother and her friends to finish the gin and leave the kitchen. By then all the water had leaked out of the hole in the bottom,
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I exaggerate. All right, I lie. The bath didn't leak and my mother didn't drink gin. You can't out-imagine 'The Four Yorkshiremen' however you try.
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do remember sharing the tin bath with my cousin when he stayed with us during the war. When my aunt got married (thankfully long before I was 15) she had a lovely bathroom so we were regular visitors. In the early 50's my father managed to squeeze a tiny bathroom in by pinching space off the bedrooms- what luxury, how posh.
They weren't hard times, DiG, it was just the way things were.
Nowadays if you haven't got a couple of en-suites you're roughing it!