Oh how I yearn for the simple days of my childhood when a consumer unit was a box with two fuses in it and one of them was neutral that Dad replaced with a nail and the washing machine had a gas burner underneath and a cranking handle on the top to turn back & forth to slosh the washing about in the suds. luxury
The Bin Men (Refuse Disposal Operatives) would arrive on Wednesday every week & carry the metal bin full of ash & other miscellaneous crap on their shouders with never a complaint about the "wrong sort" of rubbish being in it, empty it into the truck and then bring the empty bin back!!!a scouse binman would carry 2 at a time
The Coal Man (Solid Fuel Delivery Person) would carry sacks of coal on his back along the path to the back yard and then run like hell chased by a snarling snapping dog (that wasn't even our dog but just appeared in the back garden one day & decided to claim it as his territory) back out to the street.,our coalman was ken dodd's brother.he had his own dogs to protect him. they were the diddy dogs.
Central heating - what's that all about???? An open fire in the living room what we had and was supposed to heat water in a tank for washing & bathing but never did so the gas washing machine was used to boil water which was then bailed out into a bucket & carried to the bathroom. bathroom??? our boiler was used yo fill the tin bath hung on the back door till xmas.
We lived, survived and even thrived. Nowadays it seems we aren't even allowed to fart without having some sort of qualification or certificate signed by some third party interfering busybody and a simple matter of changing a fuse involves a shower of sparks descending into thermal meltdown over what piece of paper needs to be scribbled on!! :wink_smile:
Carry on chaps. :sailor:
