So Boris says we can have 6 friends around in the garden only! They cannot go inside the house, and given that the days of the outside loo have long gone – we have to think ahead.
Strange times indeed – that we live in! I am not sure I would have 6 friends left if I made them use a bucket? More to the point who is going to be emptying it? It is bad enough clearing up the mess after my rowdy lot have left. I think I will just stay home alone and sit this nonsense out!
Stay Alert – alright!
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“the days of outside loos have gone”
Eee opp, tell her about how grim it still is up t’north EdEdge lad….
Bloody southerners don’t know they lived aye.
To be fair, when my Mum left my Dad (and took me with her, when I was about 4), we had to move in with my Grandma & Grandad at their 2 bed house in deepest, darkest Yorkshire, which (I kid thee not) had no kitchen (as such), no bathroom, and the outhouse was genuinely over tut road (100% TRUTH). I also remember getting into a tin bath in front of an open fire in the living-room (there was only ONE ROOM downstairs, which also had a bloody piano in it) once-a-week.
Yep. You Southern Softies HAVEN’T A BLOODY CLUE!
You were lucky!
We lived in a cardboard box in t’middle of t’road, all 14 of us….