Posted: 06/12/2017 at 09:49
But so true Frank.
When my mum was a child, the only way they got fruit was to sneak under the green covering of a market stall, wait for something to drop on the ground, hand out and grab it, then leg it down the road followed by a load of abuse from the stall holder, 1930’s you’d think that was Dickens days.
my dad had a never ending supply of fruit and veg, living in north Kent they had the orchards and fields, so scrumping a- plenty.
And of course, sweets were unheard of.