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Originally Posted by Doug

The worst I never got is more appropriate for me and it something I can never forget, although I don’t hold anyone responsible, it just one of those events in life that sticks like ****

I remember after my dad left for the second time in the late 60s. We had now’t and I mean now’t, we had to go to the Social Services for a handout for Christmas, not because we wanted to, but because we simply had nothing at all. We where told we didn’t qualify for anything, I was given a box with a few broken toys and old books in it and told to pick one, and only one. I was gutted and told her to stuff it. My mother told something a little stronger and marched us off. We had **** all that year, a few bits, colouring book and the like. But to my mother’s credit with what little we had, we had a good Christmas.

Oh doug that brought a tear ...good on your mum....
sometimes those memmories are the best .