Re: Sharing bedrooms
I had a sister but she died of a brain tumour at eighteen months, so Mum and Dad had another go and got me...Whoopee I hear you say........I think I fulfilled all of their dreams and they called it a day....So I grew up an only child and had a choice of two rooms.Re: Sharing bedrooms
As an only child, I had my own room for my early years. All changed when I was thirteen and my mum lost her divorced sister, and her two children came to live with us. So the boy moved into my room and the attic was converted into a bedroom for me and my girl cousin. I don't remember ever minding about this, I guess I was glad to have what was the nearest thing to a brother and sister.Re: Sharing bedrooms
I can vaguely remember bits around infant school age.Re: Sharing bedrooms
Re: Sharing bedrooms
As I've already posted we kids slept four to a bed . We lived minutes from the beach in Anglesey and mum decided to do bed and breakfast to earn some money . There were 9 mouths to feed . Mum let out 2 rooms to guests for £1 per night . We only had 1 bathroom , we had to allow guests to use it first and often waited in the kitchen with legs crossed and sometimes the boys ran into the garden . We never moaned about sharing beds as we benefitted with nicer food from her income . We would watch through the door as guests ate wonderful cooked breakfasts and drool at the lovely smell of eggs and bacon . We were a bunch of ragamuffins .Re: Sharing bedrooms
Apparently, we also had lodgers.Thread Tools | |
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