For want of a book to read my stress away, I stumble upon this by Meg Hutchinson writing on her growing up years in the Black Country, England in the 1920s. The hardship of her mother raising 5 children surviving on picking coals and pittance dole as her father wears the soles out walking from place to place looking for employment, any job. How the entire carcass is polished off. "The only part of a pig you can't eat is its grunt." Even the bones became boney pies. It's about creative, honest, frugal and dignified living. An apt reminder for the days ahead.