Well I did not mean that sort of tub. We did not have a bath in our house in the East End of London, we did not have hot water, but had to boil it ourselves. We were a working class family and none of the houses in our area had a bathroom. In the 19th century houses for the lesser privileged were not built with such luxury, that was for the better-to-do.
Of course this did not mean that we did not have a tub. We had a metal tub and on Friday evening mum would fill it with hot water. It was not a large tub, but for a kid of 4-5 years it was big enough: and that was my bath night.
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You remind me of our Saturday bath night when we fill a large tub with hot water and all use the same water. As I was the eldest I got the first bath and my sister was next. My brother followed in order of age.
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And that’s the way it used to be. I was an only child, so didn’t have to share the bath water
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