KEW, Auckland.

This is an incident I remember from my childhood. My Mother, always good at living on the smell of an oily rag in the post war years, had ‘prepared’ the egg shampoo for the family bath night by pouring some into a glass and adding water to make it go further. Father goes up to the bathroom and feeling thirsty after a hard day in the allotment, takes a swig of the ‘orange juice’ (the UK welfare variety as he thought). Such yelling and cursing I had never heard in all my young years! and she never lived it down.