One of the clearest memories I have of the 70s is of the summer time. In my mind, it never ever rained. (Yes, I know it actually did rain, but I'll keep my rose-tinted memories, thankyou )
Outdoor public swimming pools that became very crowded despite being infested with wasps trying to get to the discarded ice cream cartons.
Getting the paddling pool out in the garden; launching oneself headlong into it and suffering one of those painful grazes that were peculiar to 'bare-body-hitting-rubber-at speed'.
Insisting Dad put that little attachment on the end of the hose that made the water come out as a spray so that you could run throught it.
Any more?
Outdoor public swimming pools that became very crowded despite being infested with wasps trying to get to the discarded ice cream cartons.
Getting the paddling pool out in the garden; launching oneself headlong into it and suffering one of those painful grazes that were peculiar to 'bare-body-hitting-rubber-at speed'.
Insisting Dad put that little attachment on the end of the hose that made the water come out as a spray so that you could run throught it.
Any more?
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