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Freddy Woo writes, "as a child we used to have a 'whoever cuts doesn't choose the slice' rule with cake. It worked brilliantly, but it's left me completely anal about dividing up food - my wife just takes the piss as I ritually compare all the slice sizes."
What codes and rituals does your family have?
( , Thu 20 Nov 2008, 18:05)
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I, too, was brought up in Barrow and enjoyed/endured this ritual.
I've lived all over the place in the 22 years since I escaped but occasionally go back to visit my folks.
Now I get a warm glow on coming round the corner and seeing The Hoad loom into view. It means in 20 minutes I'll be getting fussed over and reading in the Evening Mail which of my former schoolfriends have been arrested.
A lot of years ago, during a spectacularly dismal period in my life, I actually burst into tears of relief and self pity on seeing The Hoad from the train window.
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