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Dearest to our hearts at the age of seven or so were chocolate and sweets. We were allowed 2 oz. a week ably eked out with the likes of the ration of Ovaltine and Horlicks tablets. I well remember swapping bits of my Mars bar for a bit of Frys Cream and bits of other chocolate bars, putting them in an Ovaltine tablet tin lid and melting the horrible mess on top of a radiator. When it had cooled down into a solid mass, to me then my chocolate cocktail tasked like heaven.

Rationing was no laughing matter and there was a refrain we used to sing when the masters weren’t about

There is a happy home far far away
Where we have bread and scrape three times a day
Eggs and bacon, never see, nor no sugar in our tea
And we are gradually fading away

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