of. Even garlic was hard to come
by. If you’d mentioned basil or
tarragon you’d have been asked
who they were.
When in the early autumn of
1946 (I had arrived in England in
August) tomatoes reappeared for
the first time, things at last seemed
to be looking up. I was much
mistaken. As autumn turned into
winter I shivered in my barely
heated top-floor London flat. After
living so long in warm climates my
wardrobe was absurdly inadequate.
Clothes coupons went nowhere. By
Christmas real winter had set in.
January, February, and March