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and for the record. I was brought up in a family where everyone worked. My Grand Parents were working class, embroider and a market trader. My parents and many of my uncles became middle class. My brothers and I are.
I can't stop working, even if it's jigsaws I have to do something. Which is why I'm here, writing a book, got a blog. Even though I could do nothing, I'm so bloody work ingrained I have to work.
Now where did we go wrong with so many who don't have a similar ethic?
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