John Fiddler (of Medicine Head) and his mother came round and he had messed his clothes. After cleaning-up (I assume) they clothed him in my favourite brown/white check with yellow piping one-piece, you know, the legless sort. I would have been 3. Funny how I have no other timed memories until I was 4 and at kindergarten.
My sister was in charge of taking me on the bus. She was 7. Can you imagine a 7 year-old today in charge of a 4 year-old on public transport today?
But them was different times. My working widowed mother was the boss of a man who was paid twice as much!