Just woke up and had a cup of coffee. I usually drink it black without sugar, but this morning I put some sugar in it for a change.

ZOOOM! it took me straight bck to 1946. We were living on a farm at Little Marlow in Buckinghamshire and there was a German prisoner of war camp on the farm.

Us kids used to chat to the prisoners through the wire and we'd go into the village for them and buy them cigarettes. 5 Weights or Woodbines was all they could afford at a time. One day, when the guard wasn't looking, they invited Dad and me into the camp and made us coffee. They didn't have any milk so I had black coffee with sugar in it for the first time. The taste of it still brings back the memory of going into their camp.