My parents didn't own a car when I was a kid in the 1970s. I think that there were only two on the estate where we lived.
We didn't have a landline 📞until the late eighties.
The factory where dad worked got dragged down by the three-day week. Then, as kids, my brother and me thought that the Winter of Discontent was a right laugh.
I wanted a dog, but we couldn't afford to keep one.
My new duffel coat lost a few toggles after I was involved in a scrap at my primary school. I was on the end of a bloody good hiding for that.
Dad did the football pools every week, but he never won a penny.
The Avon lady called on a Wednesday night.
The ice cream van came on the estate at four o'clock in the afternoon, every afternoon in summertime. I was allowed an ice cream once a week 🍦
I think we had our first barbecue when I was about sixteen. We ate meat pie, boiled potatoes and cabbage on Tuesday nights.
If there was a James Bond film on TV, on a Sunday night, I was allowed to stay up and watch it, even if I had school the next day.
I used to enjoy knocking on peoples front doors then running away, before the door opened. It was great fun, until I got caught. I was on the end of another bloody good hiding for that...
Memories, eh!