Mine is called 'Nah then Lass' and was written specifically so my sons and grandchildren would know what life and times were like for me growing up in Bradford just after the war.
Milk delivered by horse and cart; ice on the inside of my bedroom window and on my eiderdown!
Peggy purse with a biscuit wrapped in grease-proof paper for school playtime with a tiny bottle of milk.
Cod liver oil, orange juice, National Dried Milk, Virol and Bengers Food.
Helping Mum boil, poss and mangle the laundry in the cellar; counting the coal sacks as they shuttered down the shute into the cellar; Romanies coming to the door with pegs and heather; the Betterware man and maimed veterans selling wind-up toys in the street.
A lost world.
