Good riddance! Things you don't see anymore, thank heavens!

Oh yes, Sing Something Simple - and Semprini Serenade....dire!

Paraffin room heaters - oh I've just seen Stansgran said that - and having to fetch a gallon of paraffin from the shop.

Stockings and suspender belts.

Gas poker to light a coal fire (used to scare me)

Freezing cold bathrooms with no heating

Sing Something Simple on the radio - b o r i n g

Putting on pyjamas, cardie, knitted bonnet, mittens and woolly socks on to go to bed in winter. Liberty bodices. Frozen toilets. Totally agree about sanitary towels. Wellie boots and freezing toes. Pink National Health glasses ( I used to lose them on a regular basis down the back of the sofa ), tin bath in the kitchen filled with water from Ascot water heater (the water was freezing at the bottom as the heat went straight into the stone floor and boiling at the top as it came from the Ascot).

Tin bath in front of the fire, and having to wash in the kitchen as a teenager because we didn't have a bathroom!

That scary water heater over the bath in the shared bathroom in my bedsit house that went woomph as it lit when you turned the hot tap on. Or didn't go woomph if it was windy and the pilot light had blown out without being noticed and I had to get the chap in the next door room to relight it as it terrified me.

And the afore mentioned outside loo, only having a fire in the living room when I was little. And sanitary towels. Especially sanitary towels.

Oh I loved the stone hot water bottles Stansgran! But good riddance to having to use the water from the bottle to wash in the morning when the pipes froze in winter.
Pleated school skirts before the invention of 'staypress' pleating, so I regularly had to sew the pleats in place and press the skirt. As soon as I sat down, the pleats started to flatten out again .
And oh god, yes, sanitary towels and belts! And the sheer embarrassment of it all - 'don't talk about it, it's very private' I was told by my mother. Consequently I told not a soul, not even my best friend. When she reached her 'big day' and delightedly told me, she wouldn't believe me when I said I'd started 6 months previously. I think that's when I learnt that I really shouldn't always do as mum said

Having to darn socks.

And will add...going to school and sitting upstairs on the bus with clouds of cigarette smoke billowing around me, because there was no room down in the non smoking bit.Sitting in cinemas as a child also enveloped in the deadly fog as almost every adult ' lit up' the minute the film started.

Loved those memories, Maggie, I second them!

Scabby, not shabby! Ruddy auto correct.

Frost on the inside of windows, that purple stuff (was it iodine?) they painted onto boys' shaven ringwormy heads, built up shoes to "cure" flat feet, horrible snotty cloth hankies (apart from the ones my husband still tries to get away with when he thinks my back's turned), pipes in liver, cut up newspaper squares in the outside toilet, tar on the beach, sea coal on the fire and dodging the red-hot bits of shell shooting past your face like bullets, shabby knees...

Oh goodness all of those. And periods being a total surprise. (My DGD is so excited to think she's going to have a period one day)Paraffin heaters. Stone hot water bottles. Home perms .izal toilet paper.

Oh yes Luckygirl! Sanitary towels were HUGE. And the paper bags to put them in at school! My school skirt pockets used to bulge with STs every month. Why did I never notice them in the other girls' pockets?

And in my case they leaked.

And (dare I say it) they smelt!

Tampax changed my life!

Dogs roaming free with no person attached. Never did like that.

I have two overhead clothes airers with wooden slats that I use all the time. None of my whites have ever been marked by them in nine and fifteen years' use respectively.

I love them. Things dry overnight on them right through the winter when I can't hang stuff outside. Hardly ever use a tumble-dryer.

Having a coal fire only in the sitting room. It was lit at tea-time. We lived in a big Victorian house, freezing cold and we went to bed in unheated rooms and slept under piles of blankets and an eiderdown.
Thank God for central heating and duvets!
We no longer see dirty smelly children who nobody wants to sit next to, poor little souls.

tiggypiro you are bringing back such happy memories for me of my early schooldays. I was brought up in a Derbyshire village and one of our teachers was a farmer's daughter . Our school treats, also sports day and Sunday school treats were spent on their farm, races trying to dodge cow pats but how many times did we girls need the loo? It was in a shed with a two holer so we could go together and perch on the scrubbed wooden throne. We don't see it any more but such a magical time I actually feel sorry that children no longer experience such simple times.

Having to wee in a 'gazunda' and then having to empty it. Going up the yard to the outside privy (wooden bench with a hole in it and a bucket underneath). This was worst when you were unlucky enough to be first there in the morning after a foot of snow had fallen overnight.

Being told that hopping out of bed onto cold linoleum was good for you.

A bath on Friday night and washing your hair once a week. I am on a roll now.

Making up coal fires first thing in the morning and getting washed in icy cold water because the "back boiler" wasn't heating up yet. Hooray for Central heating.

I can remember that, it was disgusting, really bad. I had closed my mind to it!!

Itchy grey army blankets went over our nylon sheets!

They were talking about videotapes on the One Show yesterday and I say good riddance to impossible to programme Video Recorders.

Oh heavens Luckygirl how could I have overlooked that one! (definitely need a "bleurgh" emoticon)

Although at least in my time they were disposable, just imagine having to make and wash them

The brushed nylon you stuck to, the shiny ones you slid about on, not conducive to young couples!! Will have to thing about what I am glad to see the back of.