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Daddy’s Little Girl

I was one of two Daddy’s Little Girls, not that I was a twin, there being several years between us. It was Dad who bathed my scraped knees, Dad who followed behind my bike with the walking stick hooked on … Continue reading

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TV or not TV………..

  Now that IS the question.   My Mum and Dad got their first TV set around 1962. It was in a walnut cabinet with rolling concertina doors, could get BBC1 and ITV in black and white, plus a variety … Continue reading

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