Going next door to watch Andy Pandy. Going up and down the street selling tourtoises made out of plastecine and sea shells and getting shouted at by a husband for bothering his wife. People had No Hawkers signs on their gateposts - You used to get spivvy types sticking their foot in the door selling brushes, The Rag and bone man, the coalman, Catching newts, watching steam trains, Saturday morning Pictures, the Chinese getting its windows smashed first night of opening by the local Teds, No men (they were all at work) and no cars (those that had them had gone to work in them) being on the street during the day. My Mum listening out for the Beatles new record on the light programme one evening and then telling me the words the next day “working like a dog, sleeping like a log”. There was no pop radio in them days children. Yes I am very old. Oh and white dog shit obviously.
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