Hi Whirlimerlin.
I’m detecting a tad of bitterness. I am totally naive as to the politics of Ancliff and I only have fond ‘boyhood’ memories of the place. I knew where the key was for the coffee machine if you fancied a coffee but didn’t have any change, it was in the draw.
Martin and Malc were always ‘uncles’ to me, as was Ken and Jock. Pauline was Aunty Pauline. I guess I’ve missed something along the way. Still remember that detergent smell though !