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Originally Posted by Wynonie Harris
You lot don't know you're born. We had to get up at 3.30am and lick t'road w'our tongues!
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Lucky sob ... I had my tongue nailed to the floor so that I couldn't chew on the mouldy crust that was my breakfast, lunch and supper allowance for the month ....
I used to have the fire starting chores, help with dishes, and when my grandad kept chickens, I fed the little bastards, collected the eggs, and disposed of the shlt (oops, manure). But I did get a small cut of the profits from the eggs. Think it came to about five bob a week ... some weeks as much as ten bob .... not bad pay when 20 quid a week was a small fortune.