My dad was the packer. We had no car as kids and the trunk came out of the loft ten days before we left and my dad probably due to his RAF days set it up on the dining room table and started the ritual of the packing .My mum had washed all the clothes and dad meticulously packed everything into the trunk leaving us with a single set of clothes until we left. In the 50’s we didn’t have many anyway. Everything went inn from our wellies to his copious home made towelling changing robe for the beach !
Then it was picked up by ( maybe) British rail and sent down to Cornwall or wherever we went . We travelled by train about ten days later and it was there waiting for us. There was a famous time when my sister’s nappies were forgotten! Disposable nappies in those days in 1958 were awful …
Working in someone else's home
Banking Bullies! Feeling ignored, and most un'appy


