Aye, my mum still uses her pig.

I'm seriously considering in investing in a pulley, fed up tripping over the winter dykes full of clothes all the time.

I mind Billy's eiderdown story too.

School milk. *shudder*

Wow, not heard of that one before. A real feather duster

Nesh, that's a word you don't hear much nowadays, it is a Midlands word.

I'd always thought it was a Northern word!! Lancashire or possibly Yorkshire or Durham.

Poor Goose, I can just imagine it squawking underneath her armpit with it's eyes bulging

I did want to write something about the goose but wasn't sure how to word it

Its one thing I have noticec here in Ireland , people dont dress for the weather at all . I lived on Germany and they make sure they have warm coats , socks , hats etc on for cold weather
The Poles here all look so snug while many Irish waltz around undressed and shivering !!!

What about big white and blue metal potties ( or Jerry as my Nan called it ) shoved under the bed in case anyone was short taken of a cold night !!

Gazunders

Just think, in 50 years we'll be telling tales to flabbergasted grandchildren about how you had to wait to download things, how we used to have town centres. How the NHS was an excellent system and not a 2nd tier provision for the poor and we didnt need insurance to get access to world class equipment and care. Anybody could go to university and how we had a welfare system so that there wasnt a feral underclass begging to charities in a big society. For once the tales from grandparents will be how good it was rather than how hard it was

Haha !!! Yes !!

Beat me to it!!

Granny also had one of these, she called it a 'Sheila-maid'.

My old Mum, who was brought up in a Lancashire mining community, used that word quite often.

She used to call me ‘nesh’ because I would often go to bed fully dressed in my school clothes ready for the next day.

On those freezing winter mornings it made getting out of bed just a little easier;..... it didn’t make opening the curtains any easier though............they were very often frozen solid and stuck to the window panes!

Three cheers for double glazing and central heating.

...........“The Good Old Days”............bollocks!

It's the same here in the UK, you see some idiots wearing a t-shirt and shorts in the middle of Winter.

The way some dress is completely ridiculous.
Can't remember which night it was but it was when we had that freezing rain - very very cold and raining at the same time. Drove into town to pick up o/h after training quite late and the high street was an absolute sight.
Among the people were two girls wearing what I can only describe as some sort of muslin/ 'net curtain' type material dresses, way above the knee, and low cut, walking on impossibly tall heels, dolled up and with perfectly straightened hair... all turning to candy floss in the rain. None had coats.

I'm no prude and wouldn't say they were dressed 'inappropriately' but rather in a totally unfit and daft way. Why? Just why would you go out in rainy sub-zero conditions dressed like that?
It did make me think, and I ended up feeling sorry for them. To go through such preparation, to wear such silly clothes and tiptoe around in such bizarre footwear must be a real bind.

I grew up without central heating. I can sill rembembrr the ice on the inside of my bedroom window (and this was the late 1970s). My wife had central heating her house when growing up. Our first house after getting married had no central heating and she noticed that much more than I did so I think it partly reflects what you had got used to.

Potties yes, an aunty called it a jerry (?) maybe because it resembled a WW1 helmet, and of course because it guz under the bed..

Sounds just like how my house was. I still haven't got central heating though - and don't want it.

Anyone quoted the four yorkshiremen sketch yet?

Too much information I know, but I regret to say that one of the family rules when I was a small child was that we were only allowed to wee in the potty, and on no account allowed to poo. Since the loo was not only outside but on the other side of the yard, I learned from infancy never to think of pooing in the night.

I think soft furnishings were far less comfortable when I was small. We had a 'three piece suite' covered in some kind of coarse and scratchy fabric, and with rigid metal arms, covered in fabric. These days I have a big squashy sofa and a recliner armchair. A recliner armchair! I don't think I had seen such a thing until I was 30. My grandmother had a leather settee so hard and slippery that it made my legs go numb and I kept sliding off it. I don't know what it was stuffed with, but I suspect old anvils.

I was fortunate to move to a house with an inside bathroom when I was little, I think 3 but I do remember the outside toilet and a potty. I've no recollection of if I could only wee in it or not.

I so remember the furniture at one time, it was like a vinyl type thing, a hardish vinyl. I recall the back once being damaged and it being about to be fixed with some stuff you bought on a roll.

One memory is of my Mum buying a gas fridge, people don't believe me but I know it's true.

This is something like the washing machine I referred to earlier but I seem to remember ours being somewhat taller.

At one time we were re-wiring some houses that were undergoing refurbishment and the gas guy was going mad because he couldn't find a gas leak that had registered on his equipment. Then someone pointed out that this particular residence had a gas 'fridge!!

My auntie handed on her gas fridge to us when she upgraded to electric. That was probably in the late sixties.