Does anyone else sometimes wish we could go back to the days when you went to your corner shop for six egges and when you cooked them for breakfast they were nearly always double yolkers,the bacon came with rind on, that you cooked then cut off for the wild birds, and if you wanted to make a phone call you used a red telephone box, or is it just me? Im sure it was a much slower pace of life too.
It was a lot harder work too. If you got to live it for real for a month you would soon be begging to get back to all your 2013 conveniences. It always looks romantic on TV but reality is never as rose tinted.
There was also no central heating or double glazing. I woke up to ice on the inside of my bedroom window every winter.
Baths were rationed because putting the immersion heating on was expensive.
From the age of 8 it was my job to lay the coal fire. I would be there with my numb, chill-blained fingers fumbling with cinders every morning.
A salad consisted of half a hard boiled egg, a tomato, lettuce leaf and a radish, smothered in salad cream.
No thanks.
In the winter I walked to school through the snow wearing my wellies which cut into my legs just below the knees. School milk was compulsory and had spent the morning next to a radiator and was like warm cheese or had been left outside and was frozen solid. Yes, I remember those days.
Maggie, as a special treat we had the Chinese one..chow mien possibly..with the crispy noodles on top which you fried in the chip pan, they puffed up like small prawn crackers.
Probably factor :) I ate like a horse in those days and still looked underfed. Had to drink a pint of milk a day and was given larger portions than my dad, not to mention large spoonfuls of cod liver oil and malt.
children actually played outside for hours in all weathers ,we used our imagination to invent games not just sit in front of a computer(like im doing now lol) oh happy days
Putting your gloves on the fire guard to warm them before you put them on to go to school
hot porage for breakfast with condensed milk.
lovely school milk. Sometimes it had ice on the top.
Grocery shops that had a smell of their own.
Gathering wood for the fire from driftwood off the beach. My dad lighting his cigarette using a spill.