After my dad passed away life got really tough, we were surviving on basic food & money was scarce. My sister & myself had to grow up quickly & we took any part-time jobs we could get. I did newspaper delivery rounds morning & evening, weekends we both helped out at a local (small) farm. Mother took some cleaning jobs in houses of wealthier people & she also did sewing, knitting & mending of clothes for our near neighbours. By the time I left school aged 15 in 1966 (July 22nd.. a date I’ll always know) I was keen to get a proper full time employment. For some reason I decided I wanted to work in a bakery making bread! So my first job on the first Monday after I had left school started at 5:30am ! I had to get up at 4am and make sure my sister still knew she had to go out to school at 8:30am, I went into our cold ‘back room’ and began lighting the coal fire ready for my mother getting up at 6. I got a quick wash in cold water & with cold shakes & shivers I reluctantly put some clothes on, realising that now I was, whether I liked it or not, entering the adult world. A world in our location meant work long hours, do whatever you could to get something better happening in your own home. I realised how much we would miss dad, in more ways than I ever realised, specially when my lovely mother put her arm around my shoulder and said, “You’re the man of the house now, my little boy is grown up, you are Mister Thompson now, the man of the house.