It was the Autumn of 1919 and the Garrison was not yet fully in the hands of the Peaky Blinders. It was staff in that pub, so you started to cook: incredible as that place, within a few minutes, I almost no longer seem to be a "den" for drunkards...

Grace almost had to pull you out of the kitchen by an arm when Arthur, the oldest of the Shelbys, said to her: -I want to meet the cook because this stew is divine!- And you were there, a little sweaty, in your dirty apron, while the gangster’s heart was in the way: he thought you needed almost to be protected, that your simplicity should be preserved.