going down the garden to the coalhouse with my own pushchair and filling it with coal .
Bloody 'ell, your parents were strict.
going down the garden to the coalhouse with my own pushchair and filling it with coal .
Similarly, going to Cornwall for Summer hols, I remember Mum waking us up before 4am and doing an 11-12 hour drive from Stockport. I remember having to crawl through countless town and city centres. Deathly dull.
No wonder we were a generation of "Are we there yet?" kids!
parent. singular. At the age of 6-7 I was breaking large coal lumps by hand with the back of a hatchet before bringing it to the house. large coal was cheaper. I didn’t see it as strict.Bloody 'ell, your parents were strict.![]()
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Andy
yep we called it Knifey as wellWe called that Knifey. If the kids played that these days, they'd probably be put in care.
No mobile phones ?
half day closing for shops on a Wednesday
no shops open on a Sunday
yep we called it Knifey as well
parent. singular. At the age of 6-7 I was breaking large coal lumps by hand with the back of a hatchet before bringing it to the house. large coal was cheaper. I didn’t see it as strict.
When our father drove us down to Devon or Cornwall for hols before M5 was extended southwards, always remember being driven through Bridgwater. The smell there from the cellophane works was over powering, making me wonder how anyone could live there.
Having two parents.
Having two married parents.