Following on from my last trip down memory lane, I thought I’d take a look at what we were listening to in 1951. Having got all my work up to date and written up and published my Apple and Almond Tart recipe on Triond, I found myself with a little time on my hands and, as I’m my own boss, decided to settle down with a nice cup of tea and have a listen to some of the things that busy housewives in the UK would have been listening to on their wireless sets

Dust Ball

There lives a large dust ball, down at the end of the hall

Fat white and fluffy, growing larger, more tall

It’s there each new day, grown a bit ever larger

Why can’t my wife see it, when cleaning the room

I spot it each morning when dressing to go

Under the table, the counter, the sofa or chair

It moves every day, to hide and beware

While it grows ever stronger with muck and cat hair

I’m not blind don’t ya know, nor stupid you’ll see

No she and that dust ball, ain’t about to fool me

Pretend you don’t see it, turn your head far away

How dangerous can vacuum cleaners be?
Housewife, Dawn, doesn't much like housework -- and her vacuum cleaner doesn't much like her ...

The third in a series of short stories by Camlo de Ville

Sharon and Fiona lolled about in front of the television watching their favourite kid's programmes, while their father, Jim, read the paper in his armchair.

It was one of those cold, damp Saturdays. The sort of day to snugly stay indoors with the fire on and just relax.

Dawn had better things to do; the house had to be cleaned from top to toe. A housewife couldn't afford to be idle.