drum wrote:I'd hide mine down the side of the cabinet (those dinette things with a pull down tabley bit) of course she always caught me and I didn't have the sense to find a different hidey place. Then my sister started hiding her food the same way.. Who got the blame ? always the 'big yin' There's a big long story in front of it.. I never knew my mum until I was 8.
When I took my wife to be to meet my pop quiz mate, Joe, who was a bit rough, she was disgusted by how his house smelt and the 3 dogs there too. He made us both a tea so she poured hers in a plant. His wife came and said "Oh Nita you like Joe's tea, no-one else does, make her another Joe" When we left I couldn't stop laughing.