as we piled coal onto Granny's lounge fire.
Anyway,
the coal scuttle was always full,
and if not,
Grandads shed was,
and it was regularly topped up as if by magic!
Our faces would become as red as the flames which licked up the chimney.
Occasionally we were caught at it and would be told to stop.
The village was built on coal.
The villagers didn't know anything about global warming.
Grandad had spent his working life in coal.
He was the wages clerk at the pit.
As well as being a wizard with numbers,
he knew most of the men in the village by their role numbers.
He knew nothing of global warming,
neither did the men.
They just knew that coal put food on the table,
clothes on their backs,
and shoes on their kids feet.
Those kids now know about global warming.
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