Fri Jan XXII
Nothing special today. Dad went to work. Went swimming. Went for chips and got a massive pile.
Ah, the chip shop. It did well out of us. And, in fairness, we did well out of it, too. The food was fresh, with everything being cooked to order (I don’t recall ever going in there and not having to wait for it to be cooked) and more importantly for a family on a budget the portion sizes were huge. I don’t think I have ever come across anywhere quite like it in England, that’s for sure.
Dad was working at The University of Auckland. It has the curious distinction of being the only place he worked that I never visited him at. Which, if nothing else, shows just how busy I was once I got fully into the swing of things there.