Aside from being one of nature's great tyrants,
my Mum, bless her, often can be the source of great amusement, and as time has mellowed her, these occasions have happened more frequently.

Skipping back about 14/15 years or so still brings happy memories of the first of many of these occasions. Christmas Eve, and Mum has finished work, returning home about 8pm. It's a great festive spirit in the house, and not being an especially big drinker she decides she fancies a glass of Martini, which - and it had never happened before to my memory - eventually ended up as 3 or 4 glasses of Martini, making her extremely full of the festive spirit. It's after these Martinis she gets the munchies and reaches over to pull the first thing out of the 'chocolate tin' to eat.

So there she is, sitting in front of the roaring open fire, martini in one hand and full of the festive spirit. Opening the chocolate she proceeds to take a bite. However, she hadn't reckoned on the chocolate bar fighting back.

Struggling to finish the bite, she took out the chocolate bar halfway through, and along came her set of upper dentures wedged very tightly into the top of it. This, of course, results in the biggest giggle fit known to man.

And, for the record, she's never eaten a Toffee Crisp since.
( The Great Architect is still waiting for his account to be deleted on, Fri 12 Feb 2010, 16:05, Reply)