My Marian Year

Who can forget knuckle bones, marbles and other games and toys, school milk, Guy Fawkes, close of school and Christmas preparations. Remember the way disability was dealt with, dentistry and doctoring, alcohol and entertainment? Simple aspects of life such as the provision of meat and poultry are described in such detail that you can feel the saw-dusted floor of the butchery, see the changing shape of the block, smell the hanging meat.
From the misery of calculating in pounds, shillings and pence to the joy of finding ‘spare bread’ at the dairy, or seeing the Rawleigh’s man at the door; everything is scrutinized with childlike intensity and with an easy flow that keeps the reader fully engaged throughout.
This book is not to be missed.