‘Two tins of peach slices,’ she’d say. ‘And a tin of Tip Top.’ Back I came, with an extra Heinz Treacle Sponge Pudding under my arm. The one you pierced with a tin opener, then steamed in a pan of boiling water. Sticky, satisfying, delicious. ‘Yeah, shove it in,’ she’d nod. That nod was the best thing ever.
