Brodlach wrote:Booney wrote:When I was a boy we were so poor we had to go out looking for fire to bring it home for Mum to cook with.
We were so poor I had to walk to school with two sheep in my pockets to keep my hands warm (Ted Bullpit... yeah everyone says that )
You think you had it tough.
I had to get up in the morning at 10 o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work 29 hours a day down mill and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our dad would kill us and dance about on our grave singing 'Hallelujah".