Several things occur to me when reading this. First is my love of food. I’ve always loved my grub, apart from meat. We were expected to illustrate each diary entry and I always opted for something easy. Food is quite easy to draw.
Second thought. My teacher corrected the spellings of two names. You will probably agree that the teacher’s name in that opening sentence would be quite a challenge to get right for any nine year old. As for Mr Benny, I actually think Mr Benni looks better.
Third thought. What freedom we kids had back then. I was always out and about with, or without, friends. We played in the street, went to the park, walked into town and visited the library without adult supervision. And we went home when it was dark or when our stomachs began to rumble.