You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down the mill for fourteen hours a day week in week out, for sixpence a week. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
And you try and tell the young people today that… and they won’t believe ya’
No no no. You need to at least let someone post about getting up 2 hours before they went to bed, licking the tar off the road and whatever else it was. THEN you say the last line.
You closed this off for the rest of us to join in!
You had a house in the middle of the highway?
Luxury!
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down the mill for fourteen hours a day week in week out, for sixpence a week. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
And you try and tell the young people today that… and they won’t believe ya’
No no no. You need to at least let someone post about getting up 2 hours before they went to bed, licking the tar off the road and whatever else it was. THEN you say the last line.
You closed this off for the rest of us to join in!
Kids of t’day.