I only really eat fish and chips with my Nan

It just tastes better

I’m not sure if it’s because 

She knows the best places or if it’s because 

We are comfortable in each other’s company

But...

It just tastes better 

Murmured ‘mms’ and munching

Tucking into the fish 

Sharing a portion in half

With wooden forks that double as knives

She pours on the vinegar 

Leaving me extra scraps of batter

I leave her the bigger chips 

Taking the smaller crunchy bits 

We have a system

Rating the freshness

On a sunny beach

Because my Nan is a sun worshipper

And an expert 

When it comes to fish and chips