I am in my late 60's now and although I retain strong ties ( family, property ) I have in essence spent over 40 years living overseas. I still have a strong accent ( I am told), I still use vernacular that other english speakers still find amusing ( give owa man, haway man, nee chance ). My football team still affects my mood disproportionately to its importance. Win and I'm on cloud nine etc etc. I could never live permanently back there but growing up has left large indelible marks on how I think and live. I can afford to eat whatever I choose but give me the choice of lobster thermidor, filet mignon etc vs pork dip, puddings in the corner, Yorkshire pudding starters..well the latter wins. Were the good old days good or has time softened the edges. My dad was a welder at doxfords. As a bairn I remember him being diagnosed with sciatica. It made welding in 'double bottoms' impossible for weeks on end. The time he had off on sick???My mother must have been at her wits end making ends meet but we did. I remember one year winning a school excellence award where I was awarded a prize given by the mayor at the empire. Sadly it was bingo night for me mam and me dad would never miss a slurp at the royal marine. My nana accompanied me. I never resented it or owt. It seemed normal. Any others with inane reminiscences?