The tea was always Co-op 99. My Nanna and Granddad drank it without milk, pouring it into the saucer to drink it. They are the only people I've ever seen doing this.
There'd be tinned salmon, with a salad of lettuce, sliced tomatoes, sliced hard-boiled egg, with jars of piccallili, pickled beetroot and picked red cabbage on the table.
Maybe a glass dish of sago or tapioca pudding with tinned peaches. I hated that bit. Yuck!
Then bread and butter with jam or maybe lemon curd. I refused to eat the crusts and I was told that if I didn't my hair wouldn't curl, although it turned out that I had hair that fell into natural waves that were the envy of my big sister, whose hair tended to thin, straight and straggly.
And cakes from the cakeshop down the street whose name I ought to remember, it's on the tip of my tongue but won't come.