We were always begging to buy our lunch at school. At that stage the choice was fish and chips, a pie, or a cream bun. Mum always said "NO that's not healthy growing food". Somehow, one day Mum said YES and we were delighted at last to be like the other kids. (I always wanted the other kids white bread with sugar or jam sandwiches rather than our brown bread and marmite sandwiches. And so this day I bounced happily off to school without grasping the effect of my Dentist appointment at lunch time. When I returned to school there was my 'bought lunch' waiting for me. A bundle of newspaper clad, cold, gluey batter wrapped round a bit of cold fish and flabby potato chips. What a shock I got that day! Be careful what you wish for as the reality might not match up to your expectations!
Marie: And yet another story!
It seems to be a trait of the elderly to tell stories and often repeat the same stories. As our family has a major Reunion in February 2015 I will tell a family story each day and NOT repeat it for 100 days. I will use christian names from our earlier generations as pseudonyms.