When I wer a lass/lad (game)

When I was 5 we used to rest our arms and heads on the desk after lunch. I can still fall asleep if I sit like that lol

I went to a day nursery when I was 3 and we had camp beds and blankets for our after lunch sleep. Still remember the blankets were grey and itchy so you had to pull your dress down to cover your legs above your socks. Loads of day nurseries post-war, set up during the war to get women doing war work, most closed in the 1950's.

We had a gazunda but it was only for liquids and was used after we'd gone to bed.

White dog poo, and dogs wandering free in the streets - even horses occasionally!

Does anyone remember having little camp beds, and having a sleep after lunch at infant school?
Yes; I think that was the nursery class which was part of the infants' school.

Bbbevan - WHERE DID YOU GROW UP? I WAS IN DERBYSHIRE AND WE HAD WHITSUN MARCHES WITH BANNERS CALLED WHIT WALKS. Sorry about capitals - mistake. Also has now clothes for Whitsun but on the whit walk we (the girls0 also wor straw bonnets and carried baskets of flowers. We had a band too. I loved it.

Collecting all water from the pump in grandad's rural Irish village.

Hurricane lamp in the outside toilet with dad's old army blankets lagging the pipes to stop them freezing..condensation dripping on you while 'going' damp newspaper and a luxury soggy izal,for when you had 'been'

Eloergan has reminded me of laying on the school field at lunchtime listening to my 'tranny' it was about the size of an
i-phone only thicker and came with a leather case.
Couldn't call it that now though, could we.

Sour milk in a hot spell

Burst pipes in a very cold spell

Mum using an iron she heated on the gas

Using a gas poker, attached to the kitchen cooker, to light the coal fire in the sitting room.

Listening to Radio Luxembourg in bed on my transistor radio - one of the few sources of pop music.

Dad always wearing a tie ! No casual wear back then

Holding skeins of knitting wool for mum as she wound it into balls

Journey into Space which my brother listened to on the radiogram

Two Way Family Favourites while we are our roast beef

Using a candle to light the way to the toilet at night.
did you not have a gazunda vq?
We would have had to go outside for the loo, too cold, too scary.

Coming home from a stay with Grandma with my hair in ringlets which she made with strips of cloth.

Mum and Dad having a whist drive in the living room to boost church funds, and the winner getting a skinned rabbit- for the pot, from the many we kept in war time.

Only having a fire and therefore heat in the living room.

Leaving a lit candle in the outside toilet to prevent the water freezing in the bowl.

Using a candle to light the way to the toilet at night.

Playing block down the ten foots and backways and being shouted at by the ladies who lived there for making too much noise.

Chippy ladies wearing white turbans to keep their hair up and try to prevent it getting greasy. (My mam was a chippie lady).

I knew I could rely on GN to remind me of all the radio programmes we listened to. The preparation and consuming of the Sunday Roast took place to their accompaniment (Not so the fat and gristle leftovers which masqueraded as Monday lunch.)

So many of these programmes are now considered politically incorrect. Imagine Julian and Sandy now! Also 'A bachelor gay am I'!! Even the Glumms would not be acceptable
-stereotypes- Ooooooooh Ron!

And after the above running to the Beer Off to get my dad half an ounce of Old Friend and a packet of blue papers. There would be thr'pence change which I could spend on sweets.

Billy cotton bandshow followed by Clitheroe kid..whilst eating roast on Sunday
Dinner

Oh 'The Navy Lark' - 'Left hand down a bit Mr Philips!' Easy to think it was all a lark but it was all too real in 1960 when HMS Vanguard was being towed from Portsmouth Harbour to a breakers yard in Scotland. The harbour tugs were not strong enough to pull her into the narrow entrance/exit and the battleship almost ploughed into the Still and West pub at the harbour mouth. There is a fantastic photo in the pub of where she came to rest and had to wait for the ocean-going tugs to come in and help pull her clear.

battleshiphmsvanguard.homestead.com/deathofabattleship.html gives a factual account of the event, which could have been a major tragedy.