You said – ‘I remembered, too, how I’d often feel something was missing when a book stated flatly that a family went in to dinner and then failed to describe the meal’.

In writing my memoirs the meal table is an important aspect as discipline often prevailed. I found myself chasing peas around the plate, carrots would glare back at me, the mouth watering bread and butter pubbing remained an aroma as I watched the cream melt while other family members devoured with heavenly sweet with immense pleasure.
I am in the process of writing, rewriting, editing, polishing, moaning, groaning my memoirs, Conversations with Teddy but I’m determined not to give up.