'Guzunder', love it:) We always lived in huge, beautiful flats when I grew up, with several toilets and a room across the landing intended for the maid (we did have one for a short while but she didn't live with us, and my sis got that room as a teenager), that sort of thing. At one time, as a child, I wanted to say goodbye cruel world and run away from home, and I did - I ran away all the way to the "lesser tenants's" outdoors lav and I sat there for several hours, so unhappy, till somebody had to use it and I went back home again... yes that's the kind of free spirit I have always been ha ha ha.
Woofy that was almost like a short story - moving on Churchill's funeral day, the telly being brought in first. One of my moving days was the same day our prime minister Olof Palme had been murdered; I had a feeling everything was being uprooted.
speaking of two-seaters
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