A rabbit held by the back legs and a whack across the back of the neck then hung on the coat hook in the kitchen skinned and de-boned then cooked
After the war mum would do half dozen and hang them on a belt under her coat and go to my uncles pub in Highgate and they would be bought over the bar this was a regular income one of the best customers was Pierpoint the hangman who lived in the area and frequented the pub
During the war a bomb exploded in the next street and damaged our house mum wasn't allowed into the back garden to see to the rabbits as the ARP man wouldn't allow as there was a UXB in the garden
Mum being mum said I want to see whare (as the garden was big) When shown the hole at the bottom of the plot Mum says you silly bugger that's whare I Bury my Rabbit bones.... It was 1950 before the war damage to our house was completed... And still can't eat Rabbit....