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Roy's family and friends working on their small holding - with Moulsecoomb Estate in the background
summertime so it was still light at 11 o'clock (during the war the clocks went forward two rather than the usual one hour).

My brothers also helped before they joined up, along with one of my friends and two lads from the Guardianship Society. The Society was for people who were in an institution but wanted to live with a family. One night one of the lads accidentally knocked over a parafin stove in the shed where we had our meals. The shed caught fire and then spread to the next building and all the rabbits were killed.

We used to go out under the cover of the blackout and steal the leftovers people had put in the pig bins that were on every street corner. Things were very tight and we couldn't afford to buy it off the council. We had no end of cutlery that people had thrown out into the bins by mistake. We'd boil up the leftovers in a huge cast iron pot and give it to the pigs who thrived on it.

If we killed one of our own pigs we had to give up six months' bacon rationing, so when the Ministry of Agriculture used to write to tell you an inspector was coming round to count how many pigs you had, two of them would `disappear' down to Jimmy Rose's farm. When Jimmy Rose had his letter from the Ministry two of his would `disappear' - it was a bit like Dad's Army! Dad would kill the pigs

   

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