Butter dripping off a round of doorstep toast done on a fork in front of an open fire.
NOW!!!
Bathing in an old tin bath in front of the fire.
Dad was last in!
Clothes airers hanging from the ceiling on pulleys.
Iv’e still got one in the shed, now want a house to use it in. R Kid has one in his Utility room! (Modern house)
Silverfish running around the grate late at night and early in the morning.
Yip
The anticipation of Christmas and birthdays.
The sense of achievement the first time you jumped the locks and 40 years on realising just how bloody stupid you were.
The smell of oil and the shiny bits of brass swarf on my Dad’s cowgown when he brought it home at the end of the week.
Shaved boiled ham, so thin it was transparent.
Kilvert’s lard and a bit of salt on a sandwich.
Dripping (Off the joint) butty for me!Grey pays (peas.)
The smell of boiling bacon and home perm on a Saturday afternoon.
Watching the Viscounts and Heralds passing overhead in and out of BHX, and dreaming.
The problem with this thread is when you start thinking of these things it all comes flooding back.
It never left me!Regards,
kev35
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