erm...Breakfasts!
My 1st posting to Tern Hill was wonderful - As a Liney, I would get up for morning shift, get dressed and go to the Guardroom picking up the Airmen's Mess and Whirlwind Line keys. I'd cook my own breakfast and leave the used 'stuff' on the servery counter alongside the keys and go to work, opening up for 0600. Seemed like it was all of about 200 steps each way.
In 1980 I was on exercise at a nuclear base in deepest, darkest Northern Suffolk and just after my battle-hardened eggs, mangled tinned sausages and embrittled strips of pseudo-bacon. I was asked to deliver something to the crew-side and saw that they were eating civilised brekkies of cornflakes, toast, etc....Confirmed my thoughts about us and them...no devilled kidneys on show at that time...