Peanut butter on toast.
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Quote: L.E. @ 8th May 2014, 8:32 AM BSTThis is so gross.
I am offended some of that food is clearly heimesche
Tunnocks caramel wafer
Chicken. Then some pasta.
The cat had some chicken roll earlier.
Just had a cheese spread and piccalilli sandwich.
The cat had that earlier
Pulled pork burgers. Yum.
Sausage sandwich.
Just started a box of Mr Kipling's 6 Fruity Pies Selection.
Will someone please tell me to stop ! . . . . .
STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!
in the name of love
Quote: keewik @ 18th May 2014, 6:05 PM BSTSTOP!!!!!!!!!!!!
are you going to think it o over?
Coco Pops. They are tasty, and they remind of the time I first became truly independent.
One morning, back when I was seven years old, I was sitting at the table opposite my father, who was reading the newspaper, and I wanted Coco Pops for my breakfast. I reached for the box, but my dad pulled it away.
'Not today,' he said. 'You're eating too much sugary food lately.'
I gave him a stern look. 'Dad,' I said, 'I want Coco Pops. I haven't even eaten that much sugar lately.'
He shook his head. 'No.'
We looked at each other for a few seconds. 'Look,' I said, 'I either have the Coco Pops or I walk.'
He shrugged. 'Fine. Walk. You know where the door is.' Then he went back to reading his newspaper.
He had made a big mistake. I pushed my chair back, stood, and walked out of the kitchen. I passed my mum on the stairs. 'He's way out of line,' I said.
'Who is?'
'Dad. He can't tell me what I eat and what I don't eat.'
I continued marching upstairs and went to my room. I packed a few things in a small suitcase and headed back down to the kitchen. My father was still at the table, and my mother was washing dishes. I cleared my throat and said, 'Right. I'm off.'
'Don't be daft,' said my mum. My dad just smirked. This was my mum's first mistake, and my dad's second. They thought I was bluffing. They were wrong. I said nothing more and left the house.
My destination was a nearby field. It was there that I would set up camp. I'd packed a few lemons on the way out of the house, so I figured I would sell those to make money. It worked. Within a day, I'd made fifty pounds, which was enough to stay the night at a cheap hotel.
I sold the rest of my lemons the next day, and I'd made enough money to buy more lemons. I was charging way over the odds, so I could stay the night at the hotel again and still afford the lemons. Within a week, I'd set up a lemonade stall. One day, my parents paid a visit.
'Son,' my dad said, 'come back. I was way out of line.'
I remained silent for a few seconds. I wanted to let his mistake sink in. I'd taught my parents a lesson, and they knew I was right and they were wrong.
'From now on,' I said, 'I have Coco Pops as and when I want.'
My mum and dad nodded. I still worked at the lemonade stall for a few years, but I went back to live at home. My parents never questioned me again, and I had Coco Pops as and when I pleased.
About to have sliced topside of beef with chips and lashings of horseradish sauce.
wot no belly draft.