Passing Thoughts Of A Mad Priest ( saggy underwear )

When I was a lad, every town had a haberdashery (British definition) where my mother would go to buy the stuff she needed to repair our clothes. I remember that she even used to replace the elastic in our underpants when they got saggy – can you imagine anyone doing that nowadays?

The number of basic skills we have forgotten in the last fifty years is immense. If they drop the bomb most of us will not die from the blast or from radiation poisoning but from the inability to do things for ourselves.

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