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All I was ever offered was bread and pullet.
Bread and dripping was a treat.
Quote from: Aden Roller on July 22, 2012, 09:34:42 Bread and dripping was a treat. Partial to a bit of mucky fat myself. Now I have to stay away from the larder as there has been a tin of condensed milk in there for a few years and I have just remembered it. I like a cup of tea made with it and a spoonful in my gob when no one is looking. We used to get food pacels sent from abroad through the naafi when I was a nipper, the one thing that alway sticks in my mind was large tins of Barlett pears. They were put away for xmas and I still get a tin every year for the occasion. Nothing like the old ones which were in a heavy syrup which was a treat in itself.
My mother would say ' bread and pullet and you can sit on the stairs to eat it - lord knows why! It remains a mystery to this day because we all sat at the dining table to eat our meals.Tricia
Not at all - we lived in a council house which had a smallish kitchen (no room to seat a family of four) and a decent sized living room - which was used as dining/living room. (This was in the days before the living room became 'the lounge' ;D).Tricia
I loved your list Digeroo!! ;)I remember the milkman and the baker had horse drawn vans. I can't remember whose horse used to eat nextdoor's hedge but it was very entertaining watching all the fuss. ;D