Michael wasn't disinterested - he was trying to get me onto the boat home!
He had managed to engineer us having a couple of hours in Belfast, in the afternoon (the Museum doesn't open on Saturday mornings) just so he could take me there. I have wanted to go for years to see their
permanent contemporary glass collection.It's wonderful!
And it's beautifully displayed.
Nancy, I grew up not too long after rationing, but my school hadn't caught up. There was a zietgeist of not wasting any food.
School dinners were compulsory and you were not allowed to leave anything on your plate. They were also engineered to make use of the nastiest, cheapest ingredients. I'm sure the soup was just washing up water.
Teachers would hold your nose and spoon feed you, while admonishing; "Think of all the starving children in Biafra who would love to have this!"
I'm not saying what school I went to. That's "The Edinburgh Question" Nancy, you'd know it and your opinion of me might be adulterated - I'm really not a typical former pupil.

I got excused the semolina! (It resulted in projectile vomiting when forced into me.)