It was a world of linoleum.
We had black and white chequered lino on the kitchen floor in our home growing up. It had little bumps in it where it had covered imperfections when it was laid. I dread to think what they could have been? Dried peas? Yorkshire puddings? Family members?
There was occasionally lino on top of things as well. Pieces were used like mats to work on although Formica had cornered the market for tables and work surfaces really. Lino was strictly flooring in the shops.
I got to lay my own lino floor when I took over the family cellar in the early Seventies. I converted it into a Kung fu dojo and lino was the perfect solution. I could cut it with a few flourishes of my
One of the best uses of lino was road testing die-cast cars. Whizzwheels and hot wheels would zoom forever down a cold shiny flat of linoleum. Whoosh! Super fast!
My life is now lino free sadly. I haven't seen any for years.
Was lino in your life readers?