It can't make up for what I didn't have to eat when I was a kiddy.

Dad came up to London from the Fen Country.

Mother died, and there were six of us kiddies and dad living in two small rooms.
"He had hard times, dad did.

He might have chucked us, but he didn't.

He slaved all day, and at night he came home and cooked and cared for us.