"Somehow the idea crept in that housework was not real. Well, I remember my mam's kitchen, all full of things bubbling
rising,
pickling,
soaking,
salting
and dripping.
That smelled real, all right. As she said, any fool could earn sixpence a week working for Mr Poorchick, but it took real effort to make that stretch over nine children. "
Elaine has been saying for a while now that I seem to be turning into Nanny Ogg :D
Turns out, it's worse than that - I have become Nanny Ogg's mam.....
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