I remember being in a cot in hospital crying my eyes out. My brother Frank and I had been taken in with Scarlet Fever. It was middle of the night and I must have been making a right racket when two nurses came to calm me down but I was having none of it. They then tried to bribe me with a jam, butter and sugar sandwich. I took one bite, and then spat it out. Yuk! It was ‘orrible. The rest got fired across the ward floor in disgust! I think I was around three years old.