Haha - I had an Auntie Win and an Uncle Bonk! Also an Uncle Buzz - but he’d got his moniker flying Lancasters in the war, no idea about the other couple, just accepted it, as you did!
Yes, I remember black jacks and fruit salads, two for a farthing, the little step we stood on to peer through the glass whilst making the selection. All handled by staff with hands that were only washed at meal times or if the got sticky. Flying saucers, those little rainbow drops that were a huge quantity for a penny, twists of rainbow sherbet…… The swizz when decimalisation came in and we worked out how much things had suddenly gone up, bags of crisps etc.
Out on your bike all day and back when the streetlights come on - if you were anywhere near streetlights of course! And being late back and being told that half the police force of Yorkshire had been out looking for me (and then waiting for someone to ring the police to tell them I’d turned up 🤭)
Chopper bikes that my friends had, and I had my mum’s huge heavy thing with a basket on the front. It was a bike, it didn’t matter.
such a lot of recycling went on - taking glass bottles back to the shops for the deposit back, milk bottles always in glass, always having our own shopping bags - never plastic. Lunches wrapped in tinfoil that was then reused and reused until being recycled in the collection of milk bottle tops. Collecting used stamps for charity and those Blue Peter random annual appeals. John Noakes and Shep …….. ahhhhh
we never had fizzy pop or chocolate biscuits in the house except for birthday parties, but my auntie Joanie did (a bike ride away) tra la la. She also made tomato sandwiches on white bread where the slices of tomato actually overlapped!!!!
happy, uncomplicated days …..