In 1946 because I was alone I took a job as waitress in a cafe. The boss would take the leavings off customers plates and serve on another customers.
To get away from my father when he retired my mother took a job in a pub restaurant. She perspired a lot and was in the habit of wiping the sweat from her brow with the tea towel. Food was arranged on the plate using hands and after using the toilet none of staff washed their hands. My husband and I never ate out.
English asparagus…..it was worth the £££££ price tag.



