It was a dark-dull morning in Billingsgate Market. Not many people around, just a few mongers and not many buyers. I was trying to look for a simple piece of white cod, the cheapest possible though, it was my special treat for the family. We never really got to eat fish, I barely even remembered the last time I had some, I didn't even remember if I liked it. On my cod hunt I saw one that looked especially appetising. With only two shillings in my pocket, I decided to buy it.