Much like many of you as children then , it was a special treat when the gas man called to empty the gas meter,
where I lived then he came every so often and some times it was on a Friday, then we lived well as it meant fish & chips paid for by the spare meter money, and the fish and chips usually wrapped up in grease proof paper then wrapped again in old news papers,
the rag and bone man called once a blue moon and if you had enough rags you got a gold fish in a bowl the poor creature didn't last long but that was how it was then,
even the dustmen came once a week and they took as much as they could emptying dustbins, even a van called round from a near by piggery to collect the waste food which many people left out for the pigs,
I had the job of setting up the fire wood in the grate for mum to light the fire once going it was a case of the odd shovel of coal added to keep the fire going, lovely on a winters night even if you had to sit almost on top of the fire simply to feel the heat,
of course I could go on but ill leave that for others to tell their story,