My Arch-nemesis
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
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( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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I too hate beetroot
At about 7 months pregnant I once found myself feeling faint and nauseous, swaying as if to pass out, in a greengrocery shop.
I staggered outside for air, glancing back just long enough to spot the huge display of boiled beetroot next to where I'd been standing. The smell had knocked me sick.
You can hardly eat in Poland without the filthy stuff showing up. I reckon they even hide it in curries.
( , Sat 1 May 2010, 15:40, 1 reply)
At about 7 months pregnant I once found myself feeling faint and nauseous, swaying as if to pass out, in a greengrocery shop.
I staggered outside for air, glancing back just long enough to spot the huge display of boiled beetroot next to where I'd been standing. The smell had knocked me sick.
You can hardly eat in Poland without the filthy stuff showing up. I reckon they even hide it in curries.
( , Sat 1 May 2010, 15:40, 1 reply)
I know how you feel...
my Mum has always got boiled beetroot in the fridge and it honks.
( , Sat 1 May 2010, 16:09, closed)
my Mum has always got boiled beetroot in the fridge and it honks.
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