Out and about earlier than is my wont, this morning, I caught up with a gaggle of children waiting for the lollipop lady to clear their passage across a busy road, on their way to the local primary school. Several of them were discussing their pocket money, mentioning sums which would have seemed fabulous to me back in the late 1940s/early 50s. I remembered asking my mother when we were going to get a television set, as did a few of the wealthier inhabitants of our tenement street: "Oh, not for a while, they're still too dear", she said. "What, you mean a pound?" "Aye, that's right, son."
Back to today on Southey Green Road, when I overheard one small girl say that she got two pounds a week, I was sorely tempted to say: "When I was your age, you could buy two tellys for that!"