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The Bottom of the Yard

'The house' behind our house Was at bottom o' the yard, You grumbled when you had to go, Usually when it were raining hard, We only had one hole in there, So no one saw your bottom bare, It 'ad a wooden cistern, We were very well to do, It wouldn't flush in winter, 'til the ice had melted through. The roof were always slated, Rain still dripped upon your head, So we allus had to take the brolly and a candle to read the squares. It was grand to go in our new house, Where the loo was put upstairs. © Dave Timperley 02 March 2017

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Pete Yuhas

Date: 7/19/2017 6:03:00 PM

What an awesome write Dave. I'm smiling because I know exactly what you are about. God Bless.

Dave Timperley
Date: 7/20/2017 2:42:00 AM

Then you must also be old school, Pete. Thanks for dropping by. God Bless. D.

Charlie Smith

Date: 7/18/2017 12:20:00 PM

Had a lime sack in the corner and an old sears catalogue for reading material or backup tissue I suppose...

Dave Timperley
Date: 7/18/2017 12:40:00 PM

Not that bad Charlie, but not far behind [pardon the pun] Thanks for dropping by. God Bless. D.

Daniel Turner

Date: 7/18/2017 11:03:00 AM

I used a few of them in my younger days. I hated it! There were always wasps in there. lol Thanks for the memories, Dave. Nice write!

Dave Timperley
Date: 7/18/2017 11:43:00 AM

Thank you, Dan, no wasps but some huge spiders!od Bless. D.

Jan Allison

Date: 7/18/2017 9:12:00 AM

Brought back memories for me Dave... I remember going to the house of a friend of my father and having to use the outside loo which was like in a shack and having newspaper instead of loo paper - ugh perish the thought now:-) hugs Jan xx

Dave Timperley
Date: 7/18/2017 10:30:00 AM

In some way, they were the good old days Jan, but I've oft wondered how much was in our wishful memories and how much of it was never real. Halcyon Days. God Bless.