Back in the Day

What a season - 1896, that was! I'd dropped into the Diggers for a pint or twa to celebrate MrW's birthday. And it was a fine enjoyable sup, so it was! After that, both the weans were back home, I discovered.
Robbie has been up motorcycling in the Highlands and has come back with his cuts infected - on his hands and face. Thing is, being a handyman in a dirty environment, you've got to be alive to those sorts of dangers. Of course, in the new modus, you've just got to look out for yourself. Back in the day he could have talked to the shop steward about getting some proper cleaning facilities with some anti-bacterial hand wash. Not now, you can't. The workers are bottom of the pile. And we think we're so clever and classless and free. Aye, you know the rest.