A massive migraine attack has taken out much of my week and hence I didn't finish this week's book Love on the Dole by Walter Greenwood.
What I have read has me drawn in though, a fascinating insight into a time and place that now seems in many ways so remote, but in others ways the underlying cycles of a neighbourhood crippled by poverty still ring eerily true to those of us familiar with the less salubrious end of inner city life.
Alongside the overarching questions it asks of society, are the delightful little glimpses of everyday detail of a bye-gone era; like how did people wake up for work in a world before alarm clocks were prevalent?
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