Well i never us Yorkshire folk always thought it was Barth.
Come on you are from Meanwood not Clechuddersfax.
No it must surely be Baaf?
They funny thing was on the bus they had a recording of someone calling out the stops on the route with a broad Zomerzet accent. Totally different to Wiltshire just a few miles away.
Come on, trivia people: what towns apart from Halifax end with an x?
Morlaix and Carhaix. Well, you didn’t say English towns…
Drax, Box
Tha could if box were big enough.Tha can't fit a town in a box, lad.
I grew up in a Victorian terraced house, only heating was a gas fire in the living/dining room and an open fire in the front room we didn't use the front room in the week but after work on Friday my Dad would move the telly into the front room once us kids were in bed and in winter the fire would be laid to be lit Saturday lunchtime.
My bedroom was the little 'stuck out the back' room and I was no stranger to ice on the inside of the window and whilst we weren't exactly 'poor as church mice' but neither were we well off. Most of my clothes were 'hand me downs' from an older cousin and Mum and Nan were experts in unpicking old jumpers to be knitted afresh, worn sheets would be carefully cut and turned 'sides to middle' sewed together on my Mums old treadle Singer sewing machine and I didn't own a pair of socks that hadn't been darned (some multiple times)

lately been feeling kinda cozy w/ the early sunsets. like I'm less obligated to do stuff. whereas, when the sun sets late in the summer, I feel obligated to keep going & doing stuff