Mealtimes were a ritual that is often flexed now. Seated around the table we were expected to be ready, clean hands and joining in the conversation. Saturday lunchtime dad would try to have the radio on in order to catch the Goon Show or Round the Horne. I’m not sure mum always found them as amusing as he did, and I began to enjoy them.
Sundays were taken up with Sunday school attendance, church, and often guests for lunch and or tea. They were local and international. I found myself learning about various African nations, as well as European countries. They might have been bishops or teachers, strangers, relatives or friends. It was an education in itself, and a great example of the gift of hospitality. Sardines on toast were a nice savoury treat, leading to us always having at least one tin of these fish in the cupboard. The scones are a special rememberance, and where I learnt to jam first then cream, regardless of the debate that now dogs social media.
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