It would have been around 1930 my Mum youngest brother came home and said he had been to the robins breakfast with his friend, his father was not happy, Taken food from poor people, my grandfather worked hard, grew all the veg in his garden behind 91 Sefton rd. chicken for eggs and to eat, Gran a county girl knew how to kill a chicken, but if a bird wasn't well would put brandy in it food,during the war would only buy a rabbit if it had its be skinned,just in case it was cat,I remember my cousin and me getting a little drunk tasting the open bottle in the kitchen Christmas party,must have been 12 at the time,