“We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, clean the tank, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!”
Back in my day there were 7 of us living inside a brick shithouse. We had to clean it with the one toothbrush we all had, eat the crumbs from the crust of the stale bread, go to work down pit at 4am for 18 hours a day, every day, and when we got home, our Dad would chase us down street hurling bricks at us from the shit brickhouse then make us build it up again before we could go to sleep!
“We used to have to get up at six o’clock in the morning, clean the tank, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!”
You were lucky!
Back in my day there were 7 of us living inside a brick shithouse. We had to clean it with the one toothbrush we all had, eat the crumbs from the crust of the stale bread, go to work down pit at 4am for 18 hours a day, every day, and when we got home, our Dad would chase us down street hurling bricks at us from the shit brickhouse then make us build it up again before we could go to sleep!
You guys had a house!?!