On 28th Sep 2016 12:36pm, Dreamtime said:
Oh that lovely word 'SOOT', my dad would swear by it, kept the snails at bay as well as the embers from the fire and chimney. Up to our necks in muck and bullets we were on the local bomb site. It was nothing to catch measles off someone and we were all too idle to go in the house for a pee, so long as there was somewhere to sneak behind we were never too proud in those days.
Nor were we.
On 28th Sep 2016 12:36pm, Dreamtime said:
As long as us kids were happy out there so were our parents. Slim is right they are too cossetted these days and we wonder why children seem to have lost their immunity to different sickness.
The rag 'n bone man has long gone, now we have bulk refuse collections every so often and what a mess that is after folk have rummaged through it on the kerbside and left the remains all over the place.
Quite often some of our neighbours in Cannon Park had the same problem, after they had put out plastic sacks: the following day, the sacks were ripped open, and the contents strewn everywhere. I used to blame stray dogs, or foxes. One morning I was up very early and caught the culprits: there were about a dozen birds, crows and magpies, on the lawn, taking turns at pecking the sack open!
