On a Friday night as a child, Mum and dad used to go out to the pub - not every week mind. On the way home they used to get chippy and bring it home. As it was the weekend, Paul and I used to be in bed and drifting off. Mum would sneak up stairs with a cup of tea and a plate with chips and gravy. Nothing like eating it whilst half asleep. Reckon mum can’t have had much left after she had shared it out.