If it turns out that the gravy train needs a bit of help pushing, we might find ourselves rid of a few scroungers and the balance may begin to redress itself. Wishful thinking though, I suspectThe only difference is, we were populated by virtually all British people who were determined to get things sorted, I do wonder if the same enthusiasm will be shown by everyone who lives here now.
If it turns out that the gravy train needs a bit of help pushing, we might find ourselves rid of a few scroungers and the balance may begin to redress itself. Wishful thinking though, I suspect
Rationing was finally abolished in 1955. And, odd as you may think, bread was rationed only after WWII. Never during it. As a child there were...just...still bomb sites to be seen in London in the early 1960s in a very few places. But there were some. Exchange Controls on the amount of money you could take out of the UK (it was always twenty-five pounds) remained until Mrs Thatcher abolished them in 1979. But...and there's always a but... My son asked his Grandmother if she'd been affected by rationing in the war. She was aged twenty in 1939. She simply replied "We lived in the country. These things didn't affect us. There were always ways and means. We looked out for each other in the country."
Yes. I can remember that too. In Ashby de la Zouch. At Christmas the whole outside of the shop front dressed with pheasants and hares from just above shoulder height right up to the eaves.Most butchers shops had pheasants, rabbits and hares hanging outside in the skin and feather.