I adored my grandmother, Rachel, and was broken-hearted when she died. Whenever I read this excerpt from my memoir Woman in a White Coat my throat thickens and tears come to my eyes.
In 1937, when I was six, my grandmother had a stroke while she was scrubbing the stairs. She was dead on arrival at The London Hospital. Continue reading My Maternal Grandmother, Rachel
Sally at my afternoon exercise class told me that she and Jim often went to The Laughing Halibut fish and chip shop afterwards.
We tried it but though the food was OK, the waitress was surly, the Formica-topped tables were sticky and we saw an assistant carry through potatoes in a bucket stained black.
It’s opposite Go Glam and when I had a manicure last Thursday I walked past The Laughing Halibut and saw it had been given a TripAdvisor Certificate of Excellence for the last three years.
We had excellent fish and chips last Friday. The friendly Cypriot family that now owns it had cleaned it up, changed the furniture and turned it around. No wonder it is always busy.
I have fond childhood memories of getting two penny worth of chips after going to the cinema in Whitechapel.
Memoir Extract from The Girl with a Threepenny Birth Certificate. We went to the Mayfair cinema in Brick Lane every week. Sometimes I would go with my sisters and, as I grew older, with a friend. Continue reading FISH & CHIPS AT THE LAUGHING HALIBUT