I have the most vivid memories of school dinners.

When I was 8 we moved down from Scotland and I spent 2 years at another Junior School where we were served prunes and custard as pudding.

The prunes still had the stones in. We’d line the stones around the lip of the bowl and sing a rhyme about the person we were going to marry when we Growed Up.

Tinker Tailor Soldier Sailor Richman Poorman Beggarman Thief.

If you got 8 prunes – yo were well fecked :o)

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