No truer word spoke P !
The excitement of having full, unfettered access to the things that were never in the house at all, or were always reserved for visitors or very special occasions, was mindlblowing. All those tins of USA biscuits, when you had 'nowt but custard creams all year long… was such a trip. I remember having Vienetta AND whipped cream for breakfast one Stephens Day morning & feeling like I should go to Confession afterwards. The sheer decadence of it all, was almost too much to handle.