I remember staying with Grandmother, (Who was like the rest of our clan mad as a box of frogs) when mother and father went to the annual regimental dance.Every time I see the phrase "Leave camp", I get a momentary mental image. Remember the very old, Camp Coffee picture? Days of the British Raj. Their promise as fake as the promised flavour of coffee.
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She served a rather too generous slop of it into a cup with condensed milk and no sugar
My goodness!
Never again!!!