Why Was Milly Always Given More Sweets Than Mandy and Me?

Sweets… treats… yummy… gummySprinkles… choco… rocko… sugar plum… raisin rum… fruity gel… caramel…!!!

In moderation…all fine and fun and fabulous. Especially as a child…if we had been good…sweets.  If Mum and Dad were proud of us…sweets!  If we went to visit our Nanna’s home…sweets!!  If we had to go to the Doctor’s surgery or the dentist’s practice…sweets!!!

Oh yeah!!!!

However…I have always wondered why was Milly given more sweets than Mandy and me?

I have my favourites, I have to admit.   However, I am not overly fussy when it comes to naughty sweet treats…I am just not a big fan of those chalky fizzy sweets – you know the ones I mean?  Except Love Hearts…even though I don’t really like eating them…I applaud the concept.  One of my friends had a wedding cake which was plastered with love hearts and had sticks of candy rock as the supports to each tier of the cake.

However…I have always wondered why was Milly given more sweets than Mandy and me?

My own personal favourites were white chocolate mice.  Amongst the highest echelons of sweetie perfeChocolate Micection!  I liked the brown chocolate mice as well.  But as a little one, the reward of white chocolate mice after being a good girl for mum when we went on an errand with her was epic!  I would do a little celebratory dance to show my gladness. When the sweet shop man handed us our paper bag with our treasured sweeties, I would say “thank you thank you thank you with sugar sprinkles and a cherry on top”.  Utter exquisite happiness…all for 10p!  Thanks Mumma…for all those delicious white mice you bought me throughout good days and bad.  The mice you bought to cheer me up during my trials and tribulations.  The mice you bought when I had done something you approved of and you wanted to reinforce in me that I should be a good good girl.

However…I have always wondered why was Milly given more sweets than Mandy and me?

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I found two favourite chocolate bars.  I would save my pocket money (when I was old enough to be given pocket money) and these were my two favourite chocolate bars for many many years.

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However… I  have always wondered why was Milly given more sweets than Mandy and me?

When I look back (retrospectively…ha ha – still in the habit hey!!!) I have to admit I was never without sweets.   Of course if I had been naughty, then naturally sweets were withheld.  Once we started high school and my parents gave us pocket money, they no longer bought sweets for us.  It was up to us to choose how to spend our pocket money.

However…I have always wondered why was Milly given more sweets than Mandy and me?

Mum used to take us all the way to a dental practice in a seaside town about forty minutes drive away from where we lived.  There were lots of closer dental practices. However, Mum took us to the dental practice where she had registered atBoiled Sweets the age of twenty-one when she had a little bedsit and had just left her nurse training course.  (That is another story I will tell you about one day.) Most of my family still travel there after all these years. 

When we were little ones the dentist gave my Mumma a right telling off!  Why?  Well, he blamed my mum for the state of our teeth.  Mum had been training us to brush our teeth sure enough  However, she would buy us boiled sweets.  The dentist could somehow tell that we had been walking round with a boiled sweet slowly dissolving within our  little mouths.  It was dissolving out enamel and apparently ruining our teeth.  The dentist gave my Mumma such a lecture that she wept.  I was only around six at the time.  I would never see, let alone taste another boiled sweet,  From then on, every time we had sweets they were soft.  Phew!  That meant chocolate mice were safe, chocolate sprinkles were safe, even my favourite chocolate bars were safe!  However, Mum would insist that we drank a glass of water after we had any sweets.  After that trip to the dentist, Mumma was much more zealous with supervising our dental health.  We were introduced to floss, mouthwash and we had the snazziest toothbrushes.

However…I have always wondered why was Milly given more sweets than Mandy and me?

I remember one of my very first school trips…you know…it is such a long story, I think I should save it for another post…let me tell you now though, I ended up with a huge shopping bag full of sweets to take with me onto the school bus that was going to take us to our destination.  You know, my Mumma had to reason with me, until I finally accepted that I should tell the teacher that they were for everyone to share.  I thought they were all for me.  Before Mumma won me over, I was thinking of how jealous my school friends would be when they saw how many sweeties I had.

However…I have always wondered why was Milly given more sweets than Mandy and me?

Aaaaah…now I come to the main issue that played on my mind for many years.  It was not my imagination.  Milly truly was given more sweets than Mandy and me.  We both saw it and we both felt keenly the injustice of the situation.

Finally my parents explained this mystery that had long provoked Mandy and I.  Why was Milly given more sweets than Mandy and me?

If Mandy or I were given a bag of sweets, we would gladly start munching them and convey our thanks to our parents or whoever else had kindly rewarded us with a treat. Mum or Dad would often say, “Why don’t you share your sweets with your friends, or with your brother and sisters?”  Mandy and I would object.  Under duress, we would finally be moved to offer our last few sweets to others.

But Milly was different.  Milly was special.  I mean that with every hint of respect for my gorgeous littlest sister.  If Milly was given a bag of sweets…this is what she would do. After expressing her thanks, she would open the bag and peer in gleefully.  Milly had the same joyful appreciation on receipt of a sweet treat as Mandy and I did.  However, Milly would look into her bag and immediately offer one to whoever had given her the sweets.  She would then rush around to everyone else present offering them one of the treasures from her goodie bag.  After everyone else had a chance to take a sweetie, Milly would dive into the bag and take one for herself.

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When I finally comprehended why Milly was given more sweets than Mandy and I…my heart swelled with love and pride for my littlest sister.  My parents told us that noone had ever told Milly that she should offer sweets to others before she helped herself to them. That came all from Milly’s own little heart.  The best way to make sure that everyone had a treat was just to give the bag of sweets straight to Milly, who would  of her own initiative run around and make sure everyone had something and then finally take one for herself.

Surely you agree…Millly…is gorgeous!!!  Utterly gorgeous!  I am so proud of her.  I clap my hands and congratulate my parents who noticed this beautiful trait that Milly had manifested.  They made sure Milly was always given more sweets than Mandy and me.

Retrospective

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Consider The Context

Aquatic, Background, Beautiful, Beauty

Please don’t examine me so closely

Please don’t analyse my every shade

In the stark light of this cold world

Devoid of warmth and colour

Take a few steps back if you will know me at all.

View me in the context of my family

Together we are a vibrant shot of life

A pretty and kindly haven of joy

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Look at me in the greater scheme of things

How I interact in my world of friends

How I bloom even during dark days

Dancing with glee in the kaleidoscope I play in

View me as a tiny yet wonderful ingredient

In this grand and splendid universe of delight

I am only who I am due to a lifetime of others

Who’ve coloured every moment of my existence

My homage to all who have made me “me” and made me happy to be me

Dancing With A Desperado!

Since learning that I would not be allowed to see family, I have tried to think about the kind of food that I enjoy the most. It is always hard for me to pick favourites because I love variety. I knew I would not be able to face a lot of cooking and washing up though.

I have been picking up bits and bobs all week – vegan cheese and crackers, veggies to make a curry with and vegetarian treats. I also thought about what to drink during the holidays. Most of today I have been drinking coffee and tea and water. But I deliberately picked up a pack of Desperados this week. Beer flavoured with tequila – don’t ask me why but the combination works so well. I am not really a beer drinker – but my friends know that I am partial to a Desperado!

Around this time of the evening my family and I would be having a dance. It is so much fun the see three or sometimes four generations boogying together. Not this year! But I suppose there is no reason why I cannot dance here on my own!!!!!!!!

What Kind Of World Do You Want To Live In?

We have been working very hard under some demanding conditions…we are not the only ones. But everyday we do try to make some time to cheer each other up with something positive. It is our way to keep our whole team strong.

My manager showed me a great video. It is one of the best I have seen over these past few weeks. I found it gave me a lot of cheer in my heart to watch it. 

People can show remarkable qualities under stress. Or…they can show selfishness. We are all learning a lot about ourselves because for many of us our circumstances have changed over night.

Global Warming, Pollution, EnvironmentI will say this…I am not overly worried about the economic set up of this world recovering itself. It’s been riddled with corruption, baiting people to give in to their own desires and greed, encouraging them to buy now pay later for so long…and allowing monopolies and the filthy rich to clap their hands in glee while others struggle. I have always found it disgusting that there are economic extremes that allow a few people to amass wealth beyond belief, whilst a billion people go to bed every day hungry.

But what I am genuinely hoping is that people are making the most of this time to stop and think – what kind of life do we want to lead? One that revolves around a greedy commercial system? One that spews out harmful pollution that damages wildlife and our environment? One where people live in cramped conditions in cities with buildings so tall they block out nature and make it easy for disease to spread quickly?

paradise7Or would we actually prefer to all spread out a little bit? Perhaps be assigned some land to take care of? Would we enjoy designing and building our own houses with the help of our neighbours? Teaching our children all about how to grow vegetables and make all our meals from scratch? Having the time to learn to paint or play an instrument? Getting together with our neighbours for great food, live music and dance? Feeling free to breathe in fresh air, enjoy birdsong and linger as we watch the sunset paint the sky in waves of rainbow?

I would love to think that people will be different from now on. We are all in this together. Our human family. Will we come out of this better than we were before? What kind of world would you like to live in? Things don’t have to go back to the way they were. They could be so much better!

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What Is A Whoopsie?

I was telling a colleague about our insane tradition of shopping for “whoopsies” just before closing time on 24th December and before other bank holidays. My colleague asked me “What exactly is a whoopsie?”

I think we first heard the term when a huge ASDA supermarket was built in our hometown. It was the most exciting thing that ever happened (other than the memorable occasion when Sylvester McCoy – a previous Doctor Who – came to visit). That may sound like an exaggeration, but my home town truly had few worldly temptations other than the whoopsie aisle in the ASDA supermarket.

I recall that on the reduced price labels on ASDA products, it had the word “WHOOPS!”, which is why we called the reduced items whoopsies. Other supermarkets may not use this term, but to us, all reduced items are “whoopsies”.

Supermarket, Market, Grocery, StoreWe realized that if you nipped in shortly before closing time, they had dramatically reduced the price of many items. Loaves of bread would be reduced to just one penny! But it is very exciting when you reach the chilled aisles. All sorts of chilled items, hummus, dips, cream desserts, garlic bread, cakes, prepared vegetables, cheeses and meats would be a mere fraction of their original price. The price was reduced to a mere pittance so that they didn’t have to throw all of that food away.

As a family, we came to love the last minute whoopsie dash. Returning home with something special which we had bought for a steal became a source for boasting. When we all left home, well, I guess we lost interest in whoopsies. I live alone. I don’t often feel compelled to go and buy food I won’t have chance to eat.

IMG_20191227_205545.jpgHowever, one of the things I look forward to when I spend time with my family over the holidays is returning to our long lost but slightly insane tradition of shopping for whoopsies. Imagine you are a cashier in the local supermarket, when suddenly a group of around twenty people pour into the store and all head straight to the reduced item shelves. I don’t know what they must think of us!

Then we present our finds to the till and gloat over how much money we saved. This year was a goodan! It was all party food! What a feast we had!!!

It’s not just about the tiny amount of money we spent on food. It’s all about the fun. The whole family having a great time, exulting because we spent so little on our groceries. Yes, we might seem slightly insane. But all that matters is that we are a family with a lot of love, warmth, and fun. We do not waste money on decorations and gifts. We all work for charities – why would we subscribe to what this commercial system tells us to do? We just love being together and having a great time, on a shoestring budget.

I do love my family!!!

 

Please Don’t Take It Out On Me

Oh I did not want to go to work today! Paid work that is. I was not in the mood for it at all. I was right to feel that way. On numerous occasions, I felt like saying, “just because you have eaten too much, drunk too much, spent too much and argued with your nearest and dearest too much – please do not come here and take out all of your frustration on me!”

Anyway, I survived work! Ten hours of work! Not once did I say what I was thinking. Instead I smiled serenely at all of our patients and calmly explained what they needed to do next.

In between obnoxious outbursts from clearly unhappy patients, I closed my eyes and thought about my wonderful family. We didn’t eat too much. There was no alcohol. We burnt off the calories everyday by running after the kids. There were no arguments at all. We didn’t spend too much money because we don’t do decorations or gifts. We just make the most of the time off work to be together. As every day with my family tends to be – it was very joyful.

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Love, joy and peace do not come from things, whether they are shiny or sparkly, nor food, whether sweet or savoury. Love, joy and peace come from making sure everyday is about giving to the people you come into contact with. Giving a smile, a kind word, a thank you, a forgiving spirit, a compliment, a listening ear, some support, a funny joke or a host of other things that brighten their day and lighten their load. Love, joy and peace have nothing to do with the great commercial materialistic event that was last week.

Now I back at my little nest recovering from a demanding day at work, I am bracing myself for another long day at work tomorrow, after which I will travel to the other side of London to see Jack. So excited!!!

Burning Off Calories

pt.pngOh the mayhem that is our family hanging out during the winter bank holidays! So much fun! Games, epic hide and seek, karaoke and dancing. A lot of dancing. The little kids in our family absolutely love dancing.

A lamp was broken, but other than that, no casualties. A great time had by all. Nobody allowed to stay on the sofa. After all the yummy soup, lasagne and garlic bread, chilli and rice, cheesecake and trifle (yes that’s what we have been eating all week!) we made sure we burnt off the calories.

We kind of do things our own way. So much fun!!!

I’m His

sad little annie xWell…I am publishing this post in advance – kind of busy the moment as I imagine many of you will be too! With both myself and many of my family having worked most bank holidays because we work in healthcare, I would like to give a shout out to all those who work while others relax. In addition to the grafters, I am also mindful of those who will spend today all alone by now choice of their own. It’s a weird time of year, and I know many struggle with it.

Today has been looming in my mind for a while. By the time this post has been published, my parents and siblings and their marriage mates will all be aware that for the past few months “Jack” and I have been courting.

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I am expecting that initially they won’t believe me! I think they are going to be quite bewildered. Mandy and Milly will finally acknowledge that they always thought there was an attraction between Jack and I in the past,

lightsJack will also have told his parents and his siblings who he is with at the moment. Ironically, we are both away from London. I am splitting the holidays up between North Wales and the North of England. I will be just over an hour away from Jack’s family. But in spirit we are together! Ha! Well…maybe anyway! We won’t see each other though until we are back in London. I have to go back first for work. He will be in London a few days later. I am sure we will have a very fond reunion with lots to talk about!

We will have a couple of weeks to mention to close friends what has been going on, before our first public event together. Life is going to get very interesting!

He is mine and I am his! Going to try not to worry about anything else for now! Going to try not to worry about what my family and friends might say that might be hard to hear. Decisions are on the horizon, but I am happy for them to stay on the horizon for now, because they might be too difficult to face quite yet.

It just feels so right.

Three Pretty Maids In A Row

I like everyday (for the most part). I like all the people I see each day (for the most part). However, far and above the very best of days, are the days I am able to be with my sisters.

I have lots of friends who have become like sisters. But much as I love them, nobody can take the place of my sisters. Milly I just love to bits. I have always loved her so much. Milly and I are similar in temperament. Mandy I am more similar to intellect. Mandy can be fiery, which neither Milly nor I know how to be. Mandy gives Milly and me confidence. We give her security. I could write many pages analysing how that plays out…but my time is shrt right now.

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Three different personalities. But we all like the same foods, and we have the same dress sense and love the same music. We are all children of our hard-working, faithful, reliable parents. We are aspiring to be like our gorgeous and sweet sweet parents.

The best of days! Mel, Mandy and Milly are together today. Nothing else matters right now.

I’m On My Way! (Well Nearly)

Four days down, and only one to go! Then I travel to mi familia! Happy happy days!

beebsTonight it is the last episode of Masterchef: The Professionals – FINALS WEEK!!! I have loved watching this series. I missed some of the earlier episodes, but I have caught all of FINALS WEEK. I just loved it!

I am not a great cook. But amazingly, some people actually pay me money to cook for them. So far, nobody has died because of my cooking, which I find encouraging. But the young chefs in this series are so impressive. It makes cooking seem very exciting. The last two days I did ten hour shifts. Tomorrow should be easier I think. Oh, I do hope so!

The day after tomorrow – I’M ON MY WAY! On my way to paradise – Snowdonia, here I come! Yay!!!!