Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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Picking SpudsBeing a good country girl I used to get packed off to a neighbours farm every summer to help out, and to keep me out of my parents way. We'd always end up getting persuaded to help harvest the spuds and cabbages. Back-breaking work. Why they didn't have a machine to do this I have no idea, but it was a tiny farm on a windy hill in the Ards peninsula.
I got paid in produce - I'd always get given a huge bag of spuds to bring home with me, and had as much stu to eat as possible.
And I was happy with that. Come to think of it, it was probably worth more than what I earn now...
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Wifey, Tue 21 Feb 2006, 22:46,
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