Gosh, but I was brought up on it - the rationing that persisted (and got worse!) after the war meant that my little Mum was too undernourished to be able breastfeed me and the fairly new Welfare State provided.
Those lovely white tins with dark blue labelling were a literal lifeline.
Adapting to the changes of age
Marble Murders are marvellous...


That's a memory I had forgotten, so thank you for the reminder. My father died when the twins were four years old and I was ten.

