My poxy C for Domestic Science at ‘O’ Level.
Came in very handy during the poverty/YTS/squatting years in the 80s.
See also the “no, we are not giving you maternity pay or leave” years.
Then the Credit Crunch.
Really rose to new heights during the pandemic. We live a stone’s throw from Codogno so I had just enough time to do a massive shop of staples before all hell broke loose and our income disappeared.
Still paying off since the cost of food went seriously haywire after Russia invaded Ukraine and the increased fuel prices swiftly came down the wire to the consumer.
My A in English Language is the one I’m most proud of. Because my dad had left us that morning, I was in a such a state of shock I don’t even remember how I got myself to school to sit the paper. However, it was Mrs. Bull criticising me relentlessly in Domestic Science for three years that saved my arse from the worst that poverty can chuck at you. I can do things with cheapo organ meat and pulses that mean if nothing else I’ll never have to feel half-starved or live off own brand biscuits again. Just as long as I have a single hob, a pan and something slightly sharper than a butter knife.
It doesn’t mean I’m a good cook, far from it. My half Italian son learned to cook at 12 year old in “self-defence”. It just means when the shit hits the fan I make a lot of food for very little outlay.
I only passed 4 out of the 13 I was supposed to get. I may have failed a lot of them, but I don’t regret studying any of them. They’ve all come in useful in their own way. But DomSci takes the gold medal for its very obvious real world advantage.