We were so poor that we couldn’t afford laxatives - so we just sat ourselves on the bog and told horror stories.
The only clothes I had was a school cap so that I could look out of the window.
We used to get letters from Oxfam begging us to take money.
We got blacklisted by the gypsy woman selling clothes pegs.
I had to borrow next doors roast beef joint to make some gravy from.
Used to go around the neighborhood asking ‘Have you got a coat to sew onto this button ?’
The garbage man used to leave us rubbish.
We drilled holes in all the spoons so that soup would last longer.
We used a large pebble instead of a bar of soap, only ever needed one.
I was 24 before I found out that bedsheets didn’t have newsprint on them.
I was 25 when I realised that the piggy bank my dad told me to put my pocket money in was in fact the electricity meter.