I have three siblings, when we were children we used to go to the drift and remain in a band. This specific time I was around 8 years of age.
Two of my siblings accompanied me, one more youthful and one more established, we were joined by my grandma (who by chance was in her 60’s at the time)
Anyway, one of the days a battle broke out amongst us, and I chose to look for my requital on my two siblings.
I deliberately exhausted the sugar bowl into the waste and refilled it with table salt, and held up.
The following morning we as a whole got up for breakfast and nan asked us what we needed. I needed cooked breakfast, and the others needed grain. My arrangement was working consummately. She put the grain in the dishes, topped the dishes off with drain and sprinkled sugar (or so she thought) over the breakfast oat. It would have been great.
At that point things began to turn out badly. She then heated up the pot and began to make some tea…………with 2 sugars
Before both of my siblings could eat a spoonful, she drank an incredible huge glug of the tea (salted). Her face botched like a buldog biting a wasp.
Things didn’t generally go down to well after that.
She is currently in her late 80’s, and when I see her nowadays, she can in any case recall some tea – so would I be able to.
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