“Up the golden apple and pears”

In the attic long ago us children used to play.. “Up the golden apple and pears” my Auntie Annie used to say.. haha she could sound crude sometimes but that was just her ways..Oh how I wish I could go back there now to those happy days

This old loft hatch had steps down to the floor.. and us littleuns would all pile up in a queue from the door.. haha we all adored it in that attic.. playing hide and seek.. and each of us took turns to stayover sleeping cheek to cheek.. I reminisce alot of put-me-ups with mattresses on the ground and under every single makeshift bed a pee pot could be found

I recall these piddle pots were patterned china and very grand.. but each and every one was well used on demand.. I was only very small and the youngest of the lot and absolutely hated having to do my business on the pot.. but pee I did just like the others every night.. we had no other choice tho I’d hold it in with all my might.. Eeh what fun we had when we were only small.. my siblings, cousins and little me all had a ball