I remember the cheese of my childhood,
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge,
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy
And the wife was content with her lot.

I remember the milk from the bottle,
With the yummy cream on the top,
Our dinner came hot from the oven,
And not from the fridge; in the shop.

The kids were a lot more contented,
They didn't need money for kicks,
Just a game with their mates in the road,
And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

I remember the shop on the corner
Where a pen'orth of sweets was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?
Or is it....I'm just getting old?

I remember the 'loo' was the lav,
And the bogy man came in the night,
It wasn't the least bit funny
Going "out back" with no light.

The interesting items we perused,
From the newspapers cut into squares,
And hung on a peg in the lav,
It took little to keep us amused.

The clothes were boiled in the copper,
With plenty of rich foamy suds
But the ironing seemed never ending
As Mum pressed everyone's 'duds'.

I remember the slap on my backside,
And the taste of soap if I swore
Anorexia and diets weren't heard of
And we hadn't much choice what we wore.

Do you think that bruised our ego?
Or our initiative was destroyed?
We ate what was put on the table
And I think life was better enjoyed.

But a huge fact not hereto mentioned
in this mushy tale of nostalgic rejoice 
is the reason we all enjoyed our lot......
because there was NO BLOODY CHOICE...........

Good one, Vic.

Gday...

I reckon that sums up the life most of us experienced "wen we woz kids" ... and a good life I reckon it woz too

However, may I postulate a trifle?

NO BLOODY CHOICE...........

I think 'no choice' is what made those days and is perhaps one of the causes of the "demise of today" - or at least one of the causes.

There is TOO much choice these days and everyone is constantly being "convinced" their lot must be improved - buy this; buy that; new this; new that.

I was in the supermarket the other day - needed toilet paper. Now that should be a very simple chore ya'd think? There was a COMPLETE AISLE from floor to top shelf of toilet paper to chose from. An endless choice of brands and choices within each brand.

OH to have just a newspaper cut in squares hung by a piece of string on a nail next to the throne. Unfortunately, that memory will be a 'painful' one for the ladies amongst us - but surely we don't need the amount of choice we are subjected to these days - in everything not just toilet paper.

It is so good getting older and being able to become a grumpy old fart.

Cheers - John

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