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Saturday Night.It is funny how the simple things in life can mean so much for Instance Saturday night in Wigton street, just an average night but in our house we got to stay up very late, while the rest of the family were out at the local dances and the pubs we were playing in the streets Rab, Emma and Me swinging on the lampposts or playing Rounders Mum had to practically trail us in, You see it was bath night. We lived in a time when brothers and sisters shared Everything including a bath, that only came out on a Saturday, Not for us the luxury of hot water all of us had to boil the water, from doing dishes in the jaw box to washing clothes, it all to be done and from the stove with the old tin bucket to its destination where ever that might be. Tonight though it was the seven foot bath that hung on a large nail on the white washed wall in the back yard. We didn't really mind having a bath though it was lovely and warm especially when Dad had a big fire going. Our clothes were hung on the fire guard, all nice and warm for us to put on. I sat at the top of the Bath, Rab at the bottom, and Emma because she was so small she was in the middle. Mum washed us all over and by the time she was finished the T.V had been turned on, meanwhile the soup that had been cooking all day for Saturdays tea was ready. So there we were all dress in our nighties and pyjamas on big sofa in front big fire, eating our soup with big chives of bread to dunk into it, and sating back and watching a Saturday night thriller on T.V. Actually the soup was meant for Sunday but Mum and Dad always let us have a bowl. Saturday night was great, Because we always got to stay up late. |
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