Mum lighting the gas stove to keep us warm in the morning.
Scotts porridge oats.
Big army coats, slung over the bed.
Outside toilets frozen in the winter.
No fridges, no frozen food.
Nans slab of marble inside the pantry door.
Black and white television.
The corner shop that closed at six o'clock.
Saturday morning pictures.
A toffee apple for thrupence.
Pie and mash on a sunday morning.
High tea set by me dad.
Swimming in the river Thames.
Fishing on the Grand Union canal.
Eating rind off the bacon.
Eating food that was pure.
Feeling safe and loved, by everyone in the neighbourhood.
These are some of my yesteryears.
If you have any, please leave them here.
