The Life of a Welsh Family

My father would have nothing to do with me. And so, he told my mum after I was born, Christmas Eve, Carol. So, she left after two weeks and went back home to North Wales. But it was really hard in the 60s. We were proply poor, like dirt, dirt, dirt,. poor. My grandfather brought round a tray of eggs and a little mini sack of potatoes every week. The chip pan was always on the little gas... Gas, hope, yeah. Egg and chips is what we lived on. Occasionally she'd let me run down the high street to get fish bits - which is just like broken bits of batter. CFA (Child support