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When I grew up there was no such thing
as microwave or t.v dinner's they hadn't
even been inverted yet

Come 6 o'clock we had to gather round the
dinning room table for evening meals and
parentally enforced family time to talk about
our day

To feast on such culinary delight's mother
used to burn as home made chips frozen
fish finger's and a choice of either tinned
baked beans or spaghetti hoops

Then when we're finally finished Dad would
go into the living room switch on the t.v
and watch the news

After that he would read his paper in order
to switch off and we would then get to watch 
whatever was on 1 of the oh so many other
4 t.v channels

Only 1 singular t.v in the house shared
between our entire family permanently fixed
in the lounge.
And 1 singular telephone in the corner or
if you had one an entrance hallway 

Both of which we're actually luxury's not 
necessity dependant on if you could afford 
to the bill and licence or electricity

And we weren't poor what we we're as
children was a little something called
happy and we'll adjusted

Which got me thinking about just how 
different and far removed that time
was to current present day

Using the age old means of comparing 
Apple's for Apple's regarding different
childhood's

To me growing up as a child what an 
apple was or meant was bobbing or 
ducking for at halloween , keeps the 
doctor away and at it's best when it's
covered in sticky toffee candy

Fast forward to today the only Apple a 
child knows comes in i - pad , pod , phone ,
watch or 4 in 1 form they carry about there
person constantly for companionship so
much so they can barely take the time to
talk or barely loook up

The same type of Apple that God warned
Eve all about not to try and eat for fear of
being kicked out

Because once you do there is no chance
of ever going back or a return to Eden

It's a place that only exists and can be
accessed by means of logging into Window's 
or typing it into a search engine to look up , 
how exactly do you spell that is it
Bib-lol

Or by drinking how ever much Cider it
takes in order to pass out or forget

Reality is the new nightmare

So how do you like them Apple's now
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