Lunchtime had ended at my primary school. I sat alone in the dining hall, apart from two teachers who stood over me. They stared resolutely at me, while I stared forlornly at a plate of cold cottage pie. Everyone else had gone out to play and I could hear the familiar noises of the playground in the distance.
I was told I couldn’t leave until I’d finished my lunch.
At 10 years old, I truly loathed cottage pie. It was My Completely and Utterly Absolutely Worst Food in the World Ever, apart from my Mum’s curried egg (sorry, Mum).