My grandfather had cabbage practically every day - grew them to great size on his allotment - and drank the cabbage water with a spoonful of Bovril in it - and dropped dead from a heart attack at 76.
But he was on his way home from work, as a stonemason (no dust masks then), walking uphill with his puffing pipe clamped firmly in it's place between his teeth. So now I know that without the Bovril and cabbage water he'd probably have snuffed it at 56!
(Hate cabbage - I'm doomed)
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.








