The last two weeks of March are an anxious time for the spaghetti farmer. There is always the chance of a late frost which, while not entirely ruining the crop, generally impairs the flavour and makes it difficult for him to obtain top prices in world markets. But now these dangers are over and the spaghetti harvest goes forward.
Age of Innocence 
Nice one, Andrew. It was only later that year that we acquired our first B/W second-hand TV. My mother would never have cooked a foreign meal anyway:)
As far as I can remember we always had a TV. My pal Tony Gibbard only had BBC so used to come to our house if he wanted to see something on ITV.