Aged about 11, my class were asked to write a paragraph about our experience with hunger. Mine was about how it was nice to anticipate a meal with family. I remember the first sentence “being hungry is great…” The teacher thought I had taken a very creative approach and read mine out, but I was just surprised at how different everyone else’s were. It’s only 30-odd years later I realise that i didn’t actually know what hunger was.

Anyway this has reminded me I’ve only eaten a couple of slices of bread in the last 2 days and I should probably do something about that