soup kitchen
BACK IN THE DAY, winter Sunday nights at chez Cumper often ended with bowls of steaming soup and doorstops of toasted white bread drenched in butter. We’d then settle down in front of the telly to watch the procession of warbling hairstyles in spandex on the ABC’s Countdown, followed by Tom Baker’s excellent elucidation of Doctor Who.
The notion of family companionship, keeping warm and seeing out the end of
