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The flat was T-shaped with a long loby which had a front room and kitchen at the end and another bedroom off the loby. Our expectations didn't aspire to having a front door of our own and a garden was unheard of. We were fortunate to have our own toilet, with a flushing cistern, which was no more than the size of a small cupboard with no windows but it afforded us privacy and most importantly, cleanliness. Each neighbour took turns to clean the close which was kept immaculately clean. Weans weren't allowed to play in oor close for fear of making a mess or too much noise. If my Da had a little spare money, he would pay gypsy women to clean the close, so my ma didn't have to work too hard. Rather than having dirty weans running up the clean close for their dinner, mothers would fling pieces wrapped in waxed bread paper, out of the window. The demise of this everyday practice was immortalised in the song 'Skyscraper Wean' which highlighted the fact that "yea cannae fling pieces oot a twenty storey flat". |
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