Big Swifty
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When I was little (a long time ago), my mum made me a couple of yummy things to eat that I sometimes think about.
One as what she called "pobs". When I'd had teeth out, and my blood-soaked little mouth couldn't eat solids, she made me a bowl of warm, sugary milk with lumps of a white loaf in it. Delicious. Worth having teeth out for.
Another was a ripe banana, crushed with a fork and sugared, with the top of the milk on it (in the days when the milk had a creamy top, long before the days of semi-skimmed).
No wonder all my teeth have fallen out. But ........simple pleasures.. nowt wrong with that.
One as what she called "pobs". When I'd had teeth out, and my blood-soaked little mouth couldn't eat solids, she made me a bowl of warm, sugary milk with lumps of a white loaf in it. Delicious. Worth having teeth out for.
Another was a ripe banana, crushed with a fork and sugared, with the top of the milk on it (in the days when the milk had a creamy top, long before the days of semi-skimmed).
No wonder all my teeth have fallen out. But ........simple pleasures.. nowt wrong with that.