This morning I had for breakfast a meal that I have not eaten since the early 1960s. Stale bread in warm milk. I recently found that in wartime there was something called “Wheaties”, which was stale bread toasted and cubed, as an alternative to other breakfast cereals.
My mother after used to give us bread and milk for breakfast, with a little sugar. Only now, well into my sixties, and I beginning to realise why. I
have a growing respect for how my late mother coped in times of austerity and my Dad’s frequent unemployment and later his total disability.