I eat dripping on toast. Luverly grub.
I grew up with no telephone, no television, no bathroom and just an outside loo. Washing at the kitchen sink, the soap covered in old tea leaves from the tea pot being slopped down the sink.
A potty under the bed as the house was so well bolted at night it was impossible to get out to use the loo.
No fridge - a meat safe on the cellar stairs to keep the flies off.
Humping coal up steep cellar steps for the fire - no central heating, ice box bedrooms and jack frost on the windows.
Girls still playing with dolls at 12 - and in full time work at 14, helping to support the family.
Washday taking ALL day - hard manual work with a dolly tub, a mangle and a heavy iron.
Chapped hands and corned beef legs, from sitting in front of the fire.
50 year olds being old in mind and body.
Little children with candles under their noses - who knows what I mean? Huge prams with fat babies wearing pixie hats and matinee coats that granny had knitted.