My mother was a shocking housekeeper, tea was always beans
on toast or a boiled egg and toast and I can't stand the smell of tomato soup even today. My parents were hardworking class
but liked the bingo and mother had her hair done once a week.
They mismanaged money. My sister and I have memories of
always waiting for bits of school uniform. It seems life never
changes. However we both pulled ourselves out , learnt to cook and had good careers. Poverty can be overcome.
A group of Cambridge academics want any inquiry into recruitment and selection processes.
Soops kitchen, a place of reflection, refuge and at times revelry.





