The Eye

Mrs Thomas called me from the living room to the kitchen to tell me that dinner was ready.

She served up liver bacon and onion casserole. I sat there cutting this darn liver into smaller and smaller tiny pieces, along with the cabbage too, and hoping it would somehow melt and vanish.

Eventually Mr Thomas, who struck me at the time, as a very stern man, if one was to upset him, asked me in his thick Rhondda Valley accent, what was wrong with Mrs Thomas’ dinner.

I mumbled something about having a stomach ache, and he mumbled something about food going to waste. At that time I didn’t much care that it was going to waste; I was more concerned that I didn’t have to eat it.

Anyway, 35 or so years later, and this evening I was sitting down tucking into my dinner, and thinking how tastes change.

For dinner this evening, I made liver,bacon and onion casserole, with mash potatoes, and cabbage.

Suddenly my mind transported me back to sometime in the early 1970′s, and Mr & Mrs Thomas’ flat in Acton…