I must have been very young - about three years old. The only grandparent I ever knew was my dad's dad and he died when I was about four. He was strict and stern but he always had a small brick of Cadbury's Dairy Milk for his grandchildren. I can distantly remember him fishing a bar out of his pocket for me with a twinkle in his stern eye.
As a small child I would accompany my mother to the shops. We were quite poor and treats were rare. However, I remember being allowed to select a wrapped biscuit from the selection at the grocers every now and then. I always chose a Jacobs Orange Club. I loved the way the bar was neatly and tightly wrapped - like a small parcel - and it smelled so much of oranges and had a beautiful orange on the front.
I felt like the richest and luckiest girl in the world to have such a luxury in my hand.
