When I were a lad

I love this post. In a world of technology, we are often as caught up in it as our young people are and forget what’s important. If you want to influence others, you must walk the walk. In this case, read the book.

Bookworm Revolution

Saturday afternoons with my family. Aaah. A far cry from the troubles of Monty Python’s Four Yorkshiremen.  (‘We ‘ad two bits o’ cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at t’mill for sixpence every four years’).

I loved Saturdays with my family.

Sure there was school in the morning. (Surely not? Saturday school? Inhumane.) but then it into the back of my Mum’s old Ford Escort and we’d rattle our way off for a picnic, like as not, or at least a walk around Knole Park and then?

Then we’d read. All of us. Us kids stretched out on our bellies on the floor losing ourselves in the mysteries of Alfred Hitchcock and The Hardy Boys. Dad would be sitting in his armchair, half-moon reading glasses perched on the end of his nose reading some monstrously fat hard cover book. Mum’d be in her armchair, with her hand bookmarking the…

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