Does anyone remember wash houses? Must have been the 50s in liverpool, liverpool 5. I can still remember the steamy hot atmosphere in the wash house where women were beavering away doing clothes in big sinks.
Liverpool was so badly destroyed in the war, no-one had good facilities or gardens where we lived. The bakehouse where the christmas cake was taken to be baked. Later on the big queue to get the polio vaccination when there was a big outbreak. Midwives on bicycles and waking up to a new baby. Roller skates up and down pavements next to the cobbled road. Playstreets. Marbles, Boys building carts from old orange boxes and pram wheels. Swings from rope on lamp posts. The big crowds on pub corners on new years eve all singing auld lang syne
There now, makes me appreciate the facilities and ease of today but that old pulling-together will never be beaten and neither will the humour in that adversity
Gooseberry crop has disappeared
AIBU To Be So Annoyed at the Stupidity of This
Father's Day Sunday — nobody makes cards for this type of dad
I tried writing letters to leave for friends with my will yesterday, but got stumped - I'm still trying to remember where I met my best friend, ha ha! I know I was living in a flat in Chiswick because her boyfriend fixed my VW, but can't remember the very first time we met.


