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January 7th 1914
I sat down this morning with a pot of tea and my eye was drawn to an advertisement in yesterday’s Evening Post for Toupees at less than half price. Although at over six bob I think I’d better get used to my bald head. My brother Harry has a great head of hair. Even my Dad still has more than me. I wear my cap most of the time so it’s not noticeable. Business is still slow in the shop. I wonder if we’re in the wrong position. Folks with cash go to the swanky department stores in town. Folks with less cash go to the market in Sneinton for a bargain. Folks with no spare cash don’t worry about smallwares and the like. They need to spend every penny on food and rent. Mum and Dad’s shop is always busy. People will always need their daily bread, yet we can make do without a new lace ribbon for a bonnet.
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January 6th 1914
It’s a bitterly cold day and I am lighting a fire in the small shop stove. My boy Billy is building a wall using lumps of coal from the scuttle. Florence walks through in her finery, off to meet up with her sister Annie to peruse the sales. This activity will likely lead to the purchase more finery. She looks horrified as she is about to open the door to leave and Billy runs towards her with coal filled hands ready to hug his Mum. Fortunately, disaster is averted as I sweep Billy into my arms and take him into the scullery to scrub him clean. Florence tuts a bitter rebuke before making a hasty exit.
The End of Coalpit Lane 