I Can Remember Fogs Like The One In Bleak House
There was icy slush on the windscreen this morning. It had no substance and the wipers shifted it. The temperature stood at one degree centigrade. Also there was mist. "Just like the good old days," I said. "No," said Ailz. "In the good old days it would have been black." Am I nostalgic for the industrial pollution of my youth? Yes, I suppose I am- just a bit.
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But then I am the granddaughter of colliers...............
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I've noticed that the neighbours don't worry about leaving their washing out in the rain. When I lived in Manchester as a child, it wasn't just a case of rushing out to retrieve the washing before it got wet, but if left out, it would come in wet and covered in black sooty streaks where the rain had washed soot out of the air.
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Can't even imgine black mist... ugh!