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Book Synopsis''We ain''t got no drink, Pa.''
I trembled as I spoke. Then somewhere inside me I found the anger, the courage to answer him back.
''We don''t have no grog cos you drank it all!''
I knew he was going for me tonight, so I reckoned I might as well go down fighting after all.
Growing up in the slums of 1920s and 30s Bermondsey, Hilda Kemp''s childhood was one of chaos and fear. Every day was battleground, a fight to survive and a fight to be safe.
For Hilda knew what it was to grow up in desperate poverty: to have to scratch around for a penny to buy bread; to feel the seeping cold of a foggy docklands night with only a thin blanket to cover her; to share her filthy mattress with her brothers and sisters, fighting for space while huddling to keep warm. She knew what it was to feel hunger - not the impatient growl of a tummy that has missed a meal; proper hunger, the type that aches in your soul as much as your belly.
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