I can remember Saturday morning pictures, I also remember the announcements on the tannoy asking if anyone had a little blonde dog with a black muzzle, if so could they come and collect him from the foyer. Eventually they just called out my name and said paddy paws is here again
Our family dog used to escape (we lived in a pub) and follow me everywhere, even to school and wait in the playground.
Locked room for breakables when grandkids stay?
What do you miss from back in the day?
