Well it seems that we in the North East of the country have, after all, got off rather lightly this time. Storm Barra according to the six o'clock News, has not hit us in the North East has hard as was expected. Thank goodness for that must be the response of those in Northumberland and Durham who have now been nine days without services.
My old school friend from Lincolnshire rang for a chat this afternoon and we were(as usual) soon talking about 'the old days' when we were nippers (there's another dialect word for you S) and when, looking back, we were deprived - but of course it didn't seem so at the time.
No electricity so all cooking done in the side oven by the fire which was lit first thing every morning winter and summer in order cook the dinner, bake the bread and plum bread, top up the cake tin and (the opposite side of the actual fire from the oven) fill the boiler with fresh water from the standpipe in the street to keep us going with hot water all day. And often (and the best bit) put a rice pud in the bottom of the side oven last thing at night to cook as the heat went out of the oven as the fire went out. By lunch time next day once the fire was going again it would be perfect (or so it always seemed).
No central heating so everybody sat as close to the fire as they could get and all the women 's legs were red and burnt up the front and freezing up the backs.
Ah those were the days. Oh and wrap the oven shelf in a bit of old sheeting and take it to bed. In the time it took you to get undressed (no hanging about in a cold bedroom where the inside of the glass froze up if it was a hard frost) the bed was warm. And when you awoke in the morning the water in the jug and bowl for your morning wash (no bathroom) would be frozen and you would need to break the ice in order to wash.
Thankyou for central heating - an even better invention than sliced bread.