Yes, the corona lorry came once a week and we got money back on the empties. I remember the milkman having bottles of orange juice too, but that was too much of a luxury as far as my mum was concerned.

Our posh Sunday treat was a tin of sliced peaches served with Carnation evaporated milk.

Did you live with me Batternberg cake after the peaches and evap milk for us

Olive oil in our house was for entirely medicinal reasons, namely for earache no idea why!
Cremola foam was a huge treat. Later a tiny tin of Nescafé coffeee powder.

I would add to my previous post a quarter of Clarnico mints, Angel Delight or (very rarely) a slice of the most delicious chocolate fresh cream cake (the icing was heaven) that I have ever tasted.

It was from from a one off bakery that has been shut for decades, I cannot remember it's name now either.

Lost in the mists of time.

Being taken to a cafe for an ice drink. Fizzy juice with ice cream in it. The indecision, what kind to have, then when it was served it looked hugh with a big spoon to get to the bottom.

Sometimes we would visit an elderly couple my family knew. They had a piano which I was allowed to bang about on. And they had a tortoise!! I had never seen one before and loved playing with it and feeding it. We always had lovely home made soup and tapioca pudding which my mum never made as she hated it.

Believe it our not baked beans on toast. My mum used to announce it as what we were having for supper in such a way that it sounded really special and for several years it was.

When I was nine in 1959, my father was posted to Berlin (he wasn't in the army but the BBC) and we lived there for four years. And coming from Fifties Britain and the lack of things you could get it was revelation. I particularly remember the peaches. Peaches galore, loads of them. Loads. (Also it the weather is more pleasant in Berlin - the air is far drier, so the heat is more bearable and the winters, tough colder, aren't half as nasty as damp Old Blighty. Sigh. Loved it.

Yes, I remember that about olive oil. I've always like cooking and as a student in Dundee in the 60s/70s, the only place you could get olive oil was in small bottles at the chemist's.

- Any ice cream other than choc ices
- Going to the charity shops after school with my Mum before going to the pie and mash shop for dinner

Being allowed to sound the dinner gong.

It losens wax build up.

Tell me about it, I grew up in Spain for most of the 80s, where olive oil has been a condiment on the table for decades. It was so weird to find out people here had to get their olive oil from the chemist, and even then it wasn't for food related purposes.

Fizzy drinks. Only on a Friday and Saturday with dinner.

Uncle Joe's mintballs
Keep you all a glow 'Ay Oh'
Give em to your granny
And watch the bugger glow
Away with coughs and sniffle
Keep a few in hand
Suck em and see
And you'll agree
They're the best in all the land....

I'm having that for dinner tonight

I've just remember another one. When the part baked bread came out, and we had hot bread as a treat. Also, being allowed to have bread toasted in front of a fire for supper. Delicious.

When my school would go to the next-town's Municipal swimming pool for lessons. Post swim while everyone was gathering for the coach to drop the next class off and pick us up the vending machine has this weird mint-bar. It was kind of like a honey-comb filling but made if mint and far more powdery then covered with a thin layer of chocolate

It cost about 50 centimes but was the best thing about weekly swimming lessons

finger licking in the cake mix ...............

Cheese on granary toast with beans and slices of tomato on top were a massive thing for me when I was a kid.


Memories that will stay with you forever.

I've never forgiven Starburst for combining the green and yellow ones into one flavour and introducing blackcurrant

Lol, thought it was just me, my idea of a treat in 1981 was a pot noodle!

I remember in the UK in the late 50s Father brought home a Pineapple, it was the most exotic thing I'd ever seen

My father was in the RAF and often went on detachment to the USA in the 1970's, we always pleaded him to 'bring back those crisps in a box!', now you can buy Pringles anywhere.

As a kid in Malta (my dad was in the RAF) mum would take me to Valletta shopping and then we would go and have a goat's cheese pasty. The cheese was boiling hot and greasy and would taste delicious. I have forgotten what they were called but still remember the taste.

Another memory is when I was ill with cold or feeling under the weather mum would make me a glass of hot milk with an egg whisked into it and sugared. It always made me feel much better.

That's a lovely heart-warming memory.

So did I, but the funny thing is that I'm not sure I'd even have liked it any other time.

Me and my sister (me about 9 and her about 4) each used to be given a whole bottle of Corona to ourselves at Christmas and they were kept on the floor of the pantry. I used to treasure each little sip of it as I rationed it out but I remember once taking a sip from her bottle and topping it up with tap water. I still feel guilty about that, although for all I know, she was doing the same to mine.