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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington
Back in the old days the houses were cold and draughty........bedrooms were akin to fridges. I know that we made ice lollies on the window ledge inside our back bedroom........and although it was as cold as charity, we ate them. Well it's a poor belly that can't warm an ice lolly.
We wore more skins than an onion.......I wore a vest,then a libery bodice and then an underslip then my school shirt, skirt and finally a school jumper or cardigan, which back then was wool..
We wore nearly as many clothes to go to bed in.......Ma used to warm the bed with a couple of bricks which were kept in the bottom of the kitchen range.
And they were the good old days!
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That just reminds me of a sign I have over my computer Margaret
The Golden Years
The golden years have come at last
I cannot see, I cannot pee
I cannot chew, I cannot screw
My memory shrinks, my hearing stinks
No sense of smell, I look like hell
My body's drooping, got trouble pooping.
The golden years have come at last......
The Golden years can kiss my ass.
