When I was growing up I didn’t get pocket money but more often than not I did get lunch money. There was a little shop next to Henley Beach Primary and that’s where we could get our food, we could order it in the morning then pick it up at lunch time. People who never do it think buying your lunch is great but I can’t ever remember being excited about it. At one stage the shop sold Sherbert Icecream and it was much cheaper than other icecream. A double icecream usually cost 10 pence which is less than 10 cents (if you ignore inflation). Some people said it was cheap because it was normal icecream gone wrong and they made it into sherbert, I had no idea if that was true but liked it anyway.
One day instead of lunch I bought a double Sherbert Icecream. I must have been late getting it because the bell went when I still had the whole thing. No way was I going to throw it out so I sneaked it into the classroom and hid it in the desk. The desks we had were double ones. The back of your seat was the front of the desk behind, the bench seats flipped up and the desk top sloped with a lift up lid. I kept my left hand with the icecream under the lid then lifted it and dipped my head down to eat the icecream. The raised lid hid my face so I managed to eat the whole thing without being sprung. We probably had at least 40 kids in the class and I was near the back so that would have helped.
You didn’t know that about Nana did you?
Musings of a Retiring Person 
Oh my… I remember desks that looked something like that. Names scratched into it from years gone by…
Yep, and ink stains especially around the inkwell. How ancient that makes me feel! Ink? What’s that???