Feb 08 2015
The Line Pole…
The Ma’s old Line Pole in our back garden. Manys the time I remember the poor oul Ma’ breaking her back washing tons of our dirty clothes of a Monday morning and still at it when we’d come in from school. ‘Ma’ I’m starving, is there any dinner’? And not a thought given to her slaving and killing herself. ‘Go upstairs and trample on them clothes in the bath and I’ll get your dinner for you’. And so it went…