I was afraid of getting dinged if I sounded amused by their plight. I'm sure there was something they did me and I KNOW there were things I did them. ('Shooting' at the Easter Bunny on Easter morning comes to mind.)I so wish that would have happened to my sistersIt would have been divine retribution for them putting salt, vinegar and pepper on my pudding and dying with laughter when my mother (not knowing of the additional “seasoning”) made me eat the frickin’ thing
Since that time, I’ve never eaten jam sponge and custard
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