A Fish Supper.

    Rationing was at it's height at the time of my story and there was little to put on the table.
 
    I was probably about 13 or 14 when returning from school one day, I got off the bus by the fish & chip shop opposite the then Melbourne cinema. An open lorry was delivering fish packed in ice in open boxes, at my feet was a very large flat fish, which must have fallen from one of the boxes. I picked it up and pushed it under my coat and ran to my home in Hart Road. My mother rebuked me for stealing but the fish ended up in the kitchen sink being washed and prepared for a feast. No-one knew what it was but it certainly tasted wonderful in those hard times.

Dennis Neal
Wimborne, Dorset.
18th Jan 2006