gravel butty and cold tea, in the snow, BUT WE WERE 'APPY!
Luxury ... We dreamt of hav'in gravel butties in the snow ... We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.