Ignore external disputes, be it a war or a struggle between Labour and the Conservatives, because Ethel and Ernest love each other, so they have a place to live. No matter how noisy the outside world is, there is a world inside. They are each other's home and hometown.
Especially like the flat in the British drama. The narrow porch, stuffed full of daily necessities, warm and tidy, full or even slightly bloated, is the trace left by life. As a country boy, I wandered around, and each place was not my long-term place, so I tried my best to live a life of separation. I really envy these people who were born in Rome.
Also I noticed that Ethel was 35 when they got married. I can't help but sigh that even in that era, foreign countries were more advanced than us.
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