classic33
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Read it as he went to school, on his first day, with the girl next door.Before @classic33 gets by here. Your parents took the girl next door to school?
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My Mum was a dinner lady at my Junior school.
I used to have school dinner, then go home and have reheated school dinner leftovers in the evening.
It's a good job I liked school dinners!
I used to get school diner then go home and my Mum had a cooked dinner waiting for me.
classic33
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"Frog Spawn"!!
PaulSB
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Don't remind me. That and rice pudding with skin on top you could make shoes with.
When I was in primary school I used to go home with food stuffed in my pockets. School was run by catholic nuns. You literally had to sit at the table till your plate was empty!!!
Mo1959
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Not handy when it was pink custard!
PaulSB
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classic33
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Used to be late for the first lesson after dinner most days at school.As you say we didn't get any choice. everyone ate the same thing at the same time and if you didn't eat it then someone else would and you'd have to do without.
PaulSB
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Speaking of school dinners tonight we are having Winter roast squash caponata for tea!!!! Guess who reads The Guardian on Saturdays.
Just finished preparing. It's a doddle and if you have vegetarian or vegan friends a good one.
Scroll down a bit
https://www.theguardian.com/food/2019/nov/29/anna-jones-squash-recipes-caponata-pancakes
Just finished preparing. It's a doddle and if you have vegetarian or vegan friends a good one.
Scroll down a bit
https://www.theguardian.com/food/2019/nov/29/anna-jones-squash-recipes-caponata-pancakes
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I got back about a quarter past two with fifty six miles on, the ride back was better than the ride out, the temperature was above freezing and most of the ice and frost had melted, the problem was that they had been hedge cutting on several of the lanes, trying to dodge the lumps of hedge on the road whilst keeping an eye out for rogue ice patches was entertaining. Cold, hard and slow sums up the ride nicely.
Mo1959
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Gosh.....going to be dark very early. Really murky and dismal here now.
welsh dragon
Thanks but no thanks. I think I'll pass.
It Is a massive 3 deg here. Freaking freezing.
Thats what he told his mum it wasNot handy when it was pink custard!
numbnuts
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That caused a hell of an argument when I was a child, I use to have school dinners, and when I got home we all sat down together for the family meal, one evening out of the blue while having dinner my father asked me “don't you have school dinners” yes I replied “why are you having another dinner when I only get one”, he was angry too, I pushed the dinner away and refused to eat any more, the rest of the meal was sat in silence.
The following evening I was given a sandwich, which I refused to eat and sent to my room, the following morning I refused breakfast as well, this went on for two weeks weeks, at weekends I eat very little.
So all I was having was my dinner at school and nothing else, we had rugby in the afternoon and I didn't feel very well, but I went out with the other boys, I don't remember much after that until I woke up in hospital as I collapsed on the pitch and spent two nights in hospital, I found out many weeks later social services and the police were involved, but my father never spoke of the incident again.
Looking back my father despised me for some reason in fact I think he hated me as he never praised me for anything I ever did, and we were not poor, large 4 bedroom detached house, two car family in the 60s with new cars every two years and a 30 foot sailing yacht on the Solent as well.
When he died (I was only 27 at the time) I never shed a tear or even upset, but it's weird how things went the following day a good friend at work died and I felt more for him and his family than I did for my own father and a week later I had to go to two funerals the first was my father or should I say a “coffin at a ceremony”, the following day a proper funeral that I could morn.
BoldonLad
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I don't recall ever going hungry, or, eating a sheep's head.
Patched and second hand clothes, I do remember. However as oldest child, I did at least get to wear them first
In some instances there were things we ate, which I never see now, don't know if that was a result of rationing after the war, or, being "poor".
One example: Poloney (may have the spelling wrong), which I actually quite liked, but, which Mrs @BoldonLad (a coal miners daughter, and one of ten children), members, but, hated.
Before you ask, yes, they are Catholics and yes, they did have a TV.
BoldonLad
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Yes, I went to school at a time when "free milk" was still distributed. We would volunteer to be "milk monitors" and carry the crates of milk in from the school yard. For this, you got an extra bottle of milk.
