Neon jumper that’s awful. I’m so sorry.
Child in Northern Ireland. Swings chained up of a Sunday. Church. Home. Dinner. No tele. No Sunday papers. Read the bible.
Sent out so mother could do housework on a Saturday. Dad not involved. He was there, they were married, but all he ever did was shout.
Mother worked. Unusual. Most people’s mums didn’t work.
Expected to get my brother up and nappy changed and washed and ready for school. Walk the dog. Before school. Pushing my brother in a high pram. I was 10.
Having to do all the family ironing from the age of 11. Cooking three nights a week from about the same age.
The belt for anything and everything. Often. And hard. Welts. Still have a scar now if I look for it
Always cold. Chilblains. So so cold all winter.
Bus being attacked. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do. Not allowed out after tea because beatings and bomb scares.
I don’t miss it and I wouldn’t go back for anything.