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A little brook ran along the bottom of our garden with a willow tree in the corner. I would retreat & hide there with any book I could get hold of. I was always getting into trouble for not helping in the house  Washing up meant putting on the kettle, though we did have a cold water tap in the scullery, many places had 1 tap in a yard to serve several houses & in winter it would be frozen. Of course with a large family there were more workers, which meant more money coming in, so in a way we were considered quite prosperous to some & would have been more so if my father didn't drink & gamble, but he was so well liked he was forgiven much. I've left many things out John but I've tried to give you some idea

When I was 12 we moved to a 3 bed roomed bungalow, what luxury, running hot water from a boiler, a proper bathroom even though a boiler had to be lit to heat the water. By this time there was only Mu, Jerry (Auntie Sally's son) & myself at home with an occasional visit from Win & the ones who lived away. Jerry was illegitimate & had been a thorn in the side of the family for this reason all his life. It embittered