I remember when the Ugandan refugees arrived after Amin did the business in Uganda..
One of these families moved in,around the block from our house .. After the local kids put fireworks and other nasty stuff through their letter boxes,my old man went round there with my mum with some of our neighbors and helped them move in properly..Hanging curtains and stuff..I guess they were embarrassed at their treatment and felt that we needed to show them that not all Brits were like that and offer them some local hospitality ..etc...
3 weeks later Mr Singh invited us all round for dinner to say thankyou etc.. I was about 6/7 years old I think.. We all arrived and the tables were prepared..One for the Adults and one for the kids.. When the food arrived,I nearly threw up..Dont know what it was to this day.. My sister and our mates screeched in fear as it was served!! Dad and Mum ate the lot although I detected my Dad reaching once or twice but just complained of lack of appetite due to a bout of flu.
He watched Mum reluctantly eat the lot however!!
A few years later my parents got divorced and times got tough on my mum me and my sister for a few years after that..
This was about the time of the miners strikes and the blackouts etc..(Shilling in the lekky meter days)
One day there was a knock on the door.. Mum answered.
It was Mr Singh!!
He had heard of our family plight and as he had just recently been made a company director of a chocolate factory (Suchards?) he explained to Mum that he was now in a position to help us after hearing of our predicament!
He gave my mum 500 Quid..(A lot of money back then) Mum tried to deny she needed it out of pure pride but Mr singh said it was a small amount compared to the friendship we offered him and his family some years before..He also told my Mum to not hesitate to visit his families house if we ever required assistance.
How could I forget that?
I just cant.