Picture the scene a small end terraced house, two rooms downstairs. The kitchen with a gas ring sat on the top of a board that covered the bath under the window, (yes that's right a bath in the kitchen with a board on top as a worktop). It also had an open fire and Yorkshire range for all the cooking and the gas ring for boiling the kettle for a cuppa, mum's favourite drink.
There was a table and a radio. The storage was cupboard space, a pantry and a lobby for all dad's trantlements as he called them. Then there was the front room with sofa, a piano and a large table. A staircase off, leading to three bedrooms - Mum and Dad's, Mark my eldest brother's and the other I shared with my youngest brother.
Outside was a yard, a toilet and a coal house. The house was very cold in winter with frost on the inside of the windows. The year was 1964 Mark was 9, I was 8 and Chris was 2 .
With Mum and Dad both being blind, things used to get pretty funny at Christmas. The house was decorated with home made paper trimmings, an artificial tree that was way past its sell-by date, and Christmas lantern lights - only half working.
My Aunty Nora told my dad she was getting him a bird for Christmas, so dad didn't order a capon from the butcher. Christmas Eve arrives and dad's got his roasting tray and put in the fat for cooking and may I say even more on the table and down his front.
Aunty Nora arrived with the bird and to dad's dismay it was a budgie in a cage. Dad was gobsmacked! The budgie was in trauma when he saw a box of Paxo and a roasting tray. Panic set in quick and in his Yorkshire twang dad said 'Nah then arr Dan get thi shoys on an tec mi up roord to Len's and see if he as owt left.'
So off we set. Len was just closing as we got there. Len said 'what's up wi thi Jim, that looks like thars lost a Bob and found a tanner' (slang for a shilling and a sixpence). Dad said 'Are Nora said she was gerrint bird for Christmas an she brought us a flamin' budgie as tha gor owt left'. Luckily he had a turkey that was to serve 12, that hadn't been collected so Len gave it to Dad, free of charge. It was massive. He had to cut the legs off to get it in the roasting tin and cook those separately. Well we had the best Christmas ever. Our presents weren't expensive but we loved them. We were eating turkey every meal for a week but it was wonderful. Myself and my brothers were loved by two wonderful parents and I wouldn't have changed it one iota.