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“Some time ago, the government talked about how terrible it was to be a latchkey child; but that was what I was, at 9 years of age. Both of my parents were called up. My father was serving with the Canadians, Australians and New Zealanders while my mother was working in an RAF factory, in the drawing office, drawing shells and projectiles for the factory that manufactured them. She left at 7.30 in the morning and got home at 7 o’clock at night. Since I left school at 4 o’clock, what did I do until 7 at night? So I used to make the meals. There was no fire lit because you couldn’t leave a fire burning during the day; so when I came in from school, I got on with it and did as much as I could to help Mam. I remember making fritters, with dried egg and spam. I would put the potatoes and carrots on and then made spam fritters or something like that.�

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