4 May 2012
It was the middle of the war, 1942, and Jeremy Thompson was sipping and chewing his ration of food for the day. It was a freezing night, and his hand shivered tensely, which caused him to drop his glass of milk.
'Oh Jeremy!' his mum cried, 'Tuck your chair in and rub your hands together pet, they shall get warmer.'
'Yes mother.' he replied.
He sat on his hard wooden chair and ate the last scraps of his ration.
'Have y' finished you's food darling?'
'Yes mother.'
And as the night took its course, Jeremy and his mother slept like babies.
WAR TIME. • Opuss № I