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Saturday Centus … Birthday Party Flavour

July 28, 2012

We lived in a small community of houseboats by the river; refugees from a nearby city raised by German bombers. Even basic resources like running water,  a local shop or delivery service was not an option.
My birthday fell six weeks after Christmas; already this had been a poor affair with bread and dripping. We were  lucky if mother was able to make a gift from the rag bag; or a benevolent aunt had popped ten shillings in the post.
So unless my mother had the ingredients to bake a Plum Duff the cake for tea would be birthday party flavour again.   

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 10, 2012 11:58 pm

    Oh wow.

    I really liked the poignant feel of this writing.

    Really, really lovely imagery.

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