Bangers and Mash


This is a short story of a visit to my doctor seeking treatment for a case of shingles on the right side of my head (very painful). I’d had shingles in the same place many years ago. You may however, wonder how a sausage was involved.

My sausage story at least amused the doctor and his nurse. When I arrived at the doctors office the nurse first came in to check on me and ask general questions etc. I told about my first encounter with shingles, it was during the war, when I was five years old. She asked me what I remembered about the symptoms whilst I was in hospital. I told her the only thing I remembered was I was very sore and the sausage! What do you mean the sausage she asked. It was a fair question and I realized I needed to explain further. During the war in England we were short of everything but most notably food. Our potato’s were powdered, our milk was powdered, and our eggs were powdered. Meat can’t be powdered so we saw very little meat on our plates, mostly spam. Whilst I was in hospital the nurses were very kind and probably pampered me more than the other adult patients. One dinner time I was served a real sausage with mash potato’s and peas. This was the first sausage I ever member seeing, certainly the first ever sausage that was all mine to eat. It’s hard to describe that incredible meal, nectar of the Gods might be close. The sausage tasted so good that I tried to make it last longer, but tasting so good it was gone in a flash. I realize this might seem a silly story, but when you are hungry and food is scarce it’s all a person can think of. I ate that sausage 74 years ago, but still imagine I can see, smell and taste it after all this years. If you were to ask my wife Linda what my favourite food was,(I’m sure you can guess) she’d say sausages.

God Bless and keep readingl

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About irishroverpei

Author of "Lily & Me", "The Royal Navy & Me" and Chapter XXl Armageddon. Writer, blogger and RN Submariner, antique automobile enthusiast.
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