Kerry McLean: How reminiscing with mum about the corned beef hash she served us as kids proved food for thought about child poverty today
I love a Wednesday night. For some it’s the worst day, slap bang in the middle of the working week and the day furthest away from either the weekend just gone or the one that lies ahead. But it shines like a beacon for me and knowing it’s just around the corner really helps when I’m staggering through a disorganised Monday and running to catch up on a terrible Tuesday.
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