When the last flour mill went out, all of the mills were closed.
They were in a lot of disrepair.
They used to have a little bit of a reputation for being a little dusty place.
They’d be packed up and they’d leave and you’d get a pile of dust and the place would smell awful.
I remember walking down the street and I had a few pieces of fabric from my last pair of trousers, which were my last pairs of trousers I ever had.
It was awful.
So I said, ‘Oh, you know, you should get them, because I can’t afford to buy them anymore, so why don’t you get them for me?’
And I bought them.
It’s all faded but the colours are lovely.
They come with a little pocket to store your cash and a little button on the back that says, ‘I’m sorry, I can no longer supply this product’.
I’ve never looked back, because it’s been such a nice experience, and now I have a lot more clothes and a lot better clothes.
But then I got a bit older and my dad stopped caring about me.
He wanted me to work.
So when the last mill went, he didn’t go home and see me any more.
I’m really glad that he stopped caring.
It means a lot to me.