Since moving to Spain, I decided to eat healthier and to "eat what the locals eat".

It occurred to me that being a post-war baby, my earliest memories were from the 1950's. Looking back, it seemed an age of innocence then. Well, innocence in terms of our daily lives.

When the weather was bad Mum had a regular meal roster from Sunday to Sunday. She always overcooked the meat and vegetables.

Sunday was beef and yorkshire pudding, Monday was reheated beef or "bubble and squeek", Tuesday was....well I've forgotten - but I know, being a good Catholic, that Friday was always fish with vegetables.