Fascinating - looking back at a time that is, in turn, looking further back.
I
know it's a little stupid to yearn for the days of TB and "knowing your
place" but my childhood was a little like this and I miss it. I learned
to write on a chalkboard, fished for tadpoles and watched the old men
with their pipes sat outside the pub. Where everyone knew their
neighbours and steps were scrubbed once a week. On the other hand, I
also remember that the houses were black with soot and those old men
coughed like bust boilers.
Still...
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