I was mainly raised by a working mum who didn't have much time or inclination for making food. So I had three or four basic meals: fish fingers and a tomato; a packet scotch egg and a tomato; pasta with a tin of tomatoes; and extra mild plastic-y cheddar chopped into cubes with bits of cucumber.
In deep sadness there is no place for sentimentality.
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
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