When you get to 72 the mind starts to wander back in time and I've been thinking about how so many things are so very, very different now from when I was a child in the 50's.
I listen to the kids now talking about how they have to have a shower every morning and wonder just how they would have fared back then.
We didn't have a bathroom, all we had was a sink in the scullery, we didn't even have a proper kitchen.
Mum used to do everything in this tiny space containing the cooker, a boiler, sink, small larder and a very small flap down table that was her worktop.
We all took turns at the same sink that served everything from washing ourselves each day and washing the clothes etc, washing hair was done with a kettle full of hot water and a jug of cold mixed in this same sink.
Our bath hung on the wall outside of the back door exactly like the one on the picture and Dad had to get it in and put it in the tiny space of the scullery.
Mum would boil up a boiler full of boiling water and place the tap over the side of the bath, then cold water was added.
When we had all jumped in one after the other the water was less than savoury I can tell you. Dad was always last.
He then had the job of bucketing the water out until there was just a small amount left, what he then did was to up end it and walk it to the kitchen door to pour the water out into the garden.
Can you imagine this going on today?
Needless to say bath time was not that often, probably once a fortnight.
Oh, and the soap was called Lifebuoy, the only soap my Dad would use, just plain old soap.
He wasn't a man for deodorants and after shave but that's a whole other post, lol