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| The Tuck Box |
The phrase “Tuck in!”, not much used today, is an invitation to gluttony. It brings to mind a Bunteresque figure, wider in the middle than elsewhere, with popping eyes starting through steamy round spectacles at a splendid array of cakes, jellies and trifles. A tuck box was a stout safe kept locked under the bed. Apart from confectionery bought at the tuck shop it was designed to hold larger items sent though the post my Mummie, fearful that her child was wasting away on a diet of three school meals a day. Things to send through the post, apart from delicacies from Harrods, would be large and solid like home-cured hams and sustaining fruit cakes. There were on no account meant to be shared with friends.
The latterday tuck box was the Tupperware lunch box. Tantalizingly see-through, it revealed the same combination of paste sandwiches and biscuits every day. Being suction-sealed in plastic gave the sandwiches a moist, easy-to-chew quality, and they were consumed with free milk, which children were forced to drink under threat of punishment.
Illustrated in questionable taste by Tim Earnshaw |
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