The big double bed seemed enormous to us, even though there were four of us in it. Two at the head, two at the foot. Ma would plug in the iron and when it was hot enough she would take it upstairs and run it over the sheets before we got in. Heaven!
On colder nights the Da's overcoats were our extra blankets, and woe but we felt the sudden loss of their warming weight when he took them off the bed to shield himself from the bitter wind and rain before he set off on his long walk to work in the morning!
The warmth of brothers. I can still feel it now. The youngest may be in his mid forties, but my little brother still 'clings' to me at times. And I still try to give him as much 'warmth' as I can.
I remember so well picking him up from junior school on my way home from 'big' school, what was I, 8 or 9? We are often mistaken for each other now, what with the bald heads, and the odd scars! Peas in a pod.
If I could save time in a bottle? I might have seen things, but I was a kid too. Might have worked for Mr. Croce, but time goes on, and we get older, and our baby brothers get older. But they are still our baby brothers. And we still give them warmth. Still watch out for them.
Da's overcoats on our bed.
Ma sitting on the bed, singing us to sleep in that cold bedroom.