For long periods, there would be no men on the base and the kids would get excited about seeing a postman. Henry would run to the window and shout: ‘Look Mummy, a man!’
And the milkman walked around with a permanent smile on his face.
We were expected to keep our house in pristine condition until we moved out, when it would be subject to a rigorous inspection so that we could be held accountable for any damage
Is she saying that she prefered to leave it in a mess, for someone else to clear up?
What a load of old tosh.