I happened to be involved in a conversation about children’s books a couple of weeks ago, and one thing that came out was that Peepoo! was about the last time Alan Ahlberg saw his dad alive. I then saw this memoir in a bargin box so had to read it to find out if it was true.
I can confidently say that it isn’t, although I do wonder if the teddy is indeed Ahlberg’s teddy, which seemed to be something he brought with him through life.
Children’s literature links aside, this was a very descriptive, flowing memoir of a childhood in a working class family during and just after world war two. We don’t see the war, just where the bombs have been, because when you’re six the war itself doesn’t matter.
It is also an exploration of a free childhood, where children could roam and explore their surroundings, and the consequences of this.