The Peak Freans name stirred my memory,
made me smile too.
Friend of mine was a teacher in a Manchester School (Primary) just after the end of WW11.
A young girl about seven yeatrs old used to bring a small paper bag of broken biscuits
in every other day for the teachers.
After a week or two, the head decided he'd best have a word with the lass.
"Tell Mum, it's very kind of her, but these biscuits cost money, foods on ration and it's not fair on you and the family, as nice as it is to receive them."
Little lass looked at him,
"It's alright Mr Jones,
our Nellie gotr a job at Peak Freans and she brings loads home every night down her knickers."