The Buzzin' of the bees...

and the cigarette trees

The soda water fountains.

Sounds perfect to me!

My dad was in charge of bath time on Sunday evenings, I can imagine my mum saying "You can blipping well bath them one evening a week..."

He would sing to us, a bizarre repertoire of hymns and rugby club songs, with the occasional family favourite thrown in for good measure. Burl Ives fitted the last category.