Gosh, hasn't Britain changed since the end of the War Steve? I remember the fifties when nobody round our way ever drank coffee. It was tea all day and cocoa at night. We children also drank gallons of milk.

As a Brownie aged about eight, I was taken with my pack to the American airbase at Ruislip to meet American Brownies. I was struck by the delicious smell of the coffee offered to the adult leaders (our Brown Owl and Tawny Owl and theirs)