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We used to make our own fun. There was no television or radio, we used to all get round the piano and sing. Sunday was a day when you couldn't enjoy yourself in any way whatsoever. You couldn't sing unless it was a hymn. If you were whistling and you thoughtlessly whistled a song, you were reprimanded and told, ‘Do you know what day it is?’ There were no toys – nothing on a Sunday. It was a miserable day.