Or “When my father got home from work, he used to sit down and watch television”. Again, he did not watch television once. He did it many times. It was what he normally did when he came home from work.
Recently I went back to the town of Newport in South Wales where I used to live when I was a child, until I was 12 years old. I took a bus to the village where I was born. I remember that I used to play in the fields opposite my house. Today there is an industrial estate where the fields used to be. But to my pleasure, very little else had changed. I went to the house where my father used to have his tailoring business. I remembered how I used to play ball against the wall of my house. I used to roller skate with my friends. But best of all, I used to play with my top and whip and ride my bike. The street lamp is still there which used to shine through my bedroom window at night. Then I went to see the house where I lived when I was rather older. And last of all, I visited the road where I used to go to secondary school, but so much had changed that I could no longer recognise the school buildings. It was lovely to bring back into my memory such happy childhood years.