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?

bournville with choc

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.

Sharing sweets

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.

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And The Sweets Poured In

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The prompt from Sarah Elizabeth Moore this week reminded me of something that happened leading up to my first ever school trip when I must have been five years of age.

bananaepisodeI have been wanting to tell you this little story for some time, because I have to laugh at the way a five year old me thought. This is me at around five years old, wearing my cool sunglasses and faux leather jacket and feeling like a rock star. I had lost my front teeth. I know one of them fell out when I ate a banana (I accidentally swallowed it with the banana), but¬† can’t remember what happened to the other one.

I am slightly ashamed of this story, but you have to understand it from the point of view of a five year old who cared more about sweets than she did friends! I did not understand the need to go to school at all. Mum and Dad had already taught me how to read and write and I found it very odd that I had to leave my mum (who I thought needed my help to look after my two younger sisters) and go to school where there were all these noisy boisterous children who did not seem to be on my wave-length at all.

I remember two school trips that first year of school, one was in the summer and it was to Chester Zoo, where my teacher bought me an orange ice-lolly. I remember that ice-lolly as delicious, but a lot of it melted all over my beautiful peach coloured dress. Even today I can describe many of my childhood dresses. I had a beautiful collection.

The other trip must have been a few months before that – it was a coach trip to Blackpool lights. It must have been the colder months when we went on that trip.

Blackpool Lights – or I should say Blackpool Illuminations – is/are quite an event to see. Blackpool is a town that is all set-up for tourists, holiday makers and pleasure seekers. It attracts children, older folk and unfortunately all manner of binge drinkers on stag nights or hen parties. But as a five year old, I was oblivious to all I would later come to dislike about the behaviour of some of the adults that visit Blackpool. To me it was all about the incredibly colourful light display.

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Well…before the school trip, I asked Mumma if she would buy me some sweeties to take on the school trip. I told her exactly the sweets I wanted. Of course she wanted me to enjoy my school trip so she promised me she would buy my favourites. Well, my mum was a very well-liked lady. And there were a lot of people who were fond of our family. She would often chat to people when she went shopping.

My mum had mentioned to quite a few people that I was looking forward to my first school trip and that she was going to buy me some sweets. Well…the kind folk who heard this all decided that they wanted to buy me some sweets for my school trip. I ended up with an entire carrier bag full of all types of sweets including my favourites which Mumma had bought me.

I knew Mumma was going to buy me my favourite sweets. I think I was more looking forward to sitting on the coach with a big bag of my favourite sweets more than I was seeing the Blackpool illuminations. But I was shocked when Mum gave me this huge carrier bag full of sweets. I was thrilled.

This is my case in point of how it never rains, but it pours – in this case I was bombarded by gifts of sweets from neighbours and friends of our family and from my Nanna (Dad’s mum) who lived in our town. There were a lot of people who loved our family.

my sweets.jpgAnd I also remember thinking to myself (although I can’t remember if I said it out loud) that the other children would be so jealous of how many sweets I had. Mum made it clear that I was to give the sweets to my teacher and tell her that they were for every one on the coach to share. I was horrified by this suggestion. As far as I was concerned, they were my sweets. I could not understand why I had to share them with the other children on the coach. How shameful!!! It took me a while to learn that we should want to share what we have with others! At the age of five, I did not comprehend why I would want those other children to have my sweets.

not sure whyMumma and my Dadda would have many lessons to teach me! I am so proud of them for their patience and persistence. Eventually I did forge close friendships with other children at at school and of course I would share my sweets and crisps with them. How grateful I am for all of the lessons learned as a child. Wonderful Mumma and Dadda never gave up ūüôā

 

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This is my post in response to the writing prompt provided by Sarah Elizabeth Moore:

Writing Prompt #15

One Of My Pathetic Attempts To Be Romantic

ChockiesI had been missing him intensely.¬† I wanted him to know how I felt, how much I loved him.¬† So I tried to do something romantic…and it did a backflip and blew up in my face!!!¬† Which is generally what happens when I try to do something romantic!

I will share with you my shameful tale of how I tried to do something relatively simple Рsend sweets to my sweet!  The tale of how this ended up being four times more expensive than originally planned and caused my Goldfinch both inconvenience and gave him something to laugh about.

I had been to visit him a week or so before.¬† It was the first time I saw the “man-cave” and met his house-mate.¬† He took me to an art class¬†(I have to write a post about that day) and then we did some shopping before dining in an Iranian / Persian restaurant.¬† I had made him some naughty gooey chocolate brownies…which we had one or two of before the art class.

Well, when he dropped me at the railway station to catch a train back to London and I jumped on the 20,51 back to Euston…I realized I had the rest of the chocolate brownies with me.¬† Baking them had been my labour of love for him.¬† But I¬†Chocshad them and they were on their way back to London.¬† I certainly could not eat them myself (ONCE ON THE LIPS…FOREVER ON THE HIPS!) so I guess I would have to take them when I¬†met up with friends.

I came back from spending a day with Goldfinch full up on love.¬† My chocolate brownies had pleased him, and yet I had brought them home…typical!¬† So I decided I would send a foodie gift to him as a surprise to make up for it.¬† I would send my Sweet more sweets.¬† I tried to send a gift box on the Hotel Chocolate website.¬† However, I kept on having problems with the website.¬† I tried almost ten times to¬†pay for the box of chocolates but for some reason my tablet kept on crashing.

So I gave up!

cake in jarI started looking at other options.¬† I was scrolling through websites with ideas for gifts when I came across these babies.¬† What are they?¬† Why, they are cake in a sweet little jar.¬† Hmm…I had never seen those before.¬† I chose the following….

Cupcake 1 Flavour: Toffee Apple
Cupcake 2 Flavour: Black Forest Gateau
Cupcake 3 Flavour: Carrot Passion
Cupcake 4 Flavour: Chocolate Nutter

I ask you…how could I possibly fail?¬† For some strange reason I thought I would have the cakes delivered to his work place.

There I was full of joy, skipping my way along with the happiness of giving, and the loveliness of the man who would be eating cake in a jar in front of all of his curious workmates.

Then it came…doubt, self-doubt.¬† Maybe he would think cake in a jar was odd.¬† Perhaps he would not like that I had sent it to his offices.

Hmm… what could I do now?¬† Then it came to me – a flash of brilliance – Goldfinch loves art.¬† When we were in the art class, he had a very old, bashed up paint set which he said was very cheap to begin with.¬† That gave me the wonderfugouachel idea that I could buy him a nice paint set as a gift.¬† Some men like¬†gifts to be practical.¬† All I had ever given to Goldfinch was edible treats.

So I asked Google about gift paint sets.

I know nothing…truly nothing about paints and art materials – that is our Mandy’s speciality.¬† I should have checked with her first…but instead I relied on the reviews and the discount and went for a¬†Caran D’ache Gouache Studio Box Set of 15.¬†¬†It looked good on the screen. Everyone had lovely things to say in their reviews.¬† I arranged for it to be delivered to his home address in gift wrapping.

Aaaaaah….laa-dee-daa!¬† Off I went again skipping with a joyful gait.¬† Happy me, happy him.

Then the doubt thing came back.¬† The self-doubt thing.¬† I suddenly thought “What-on-earth is gouache? This nagging doubt was so powerful it moved my feet in the direction of an art shop that was on my way home.

watercolours

watercolour paints

The art shop assistant seemed to be quite the expert.¬† She explained that if he likes water–colour then gouache is wrong.¬† I should not have bought gouache.¬† Sob sob!

She showed me water-colours.  She explained what pans were.  I had been wondering.  She recommended two particular water-colour makers. Windsor & Newton and she said even better Sennelier.

I went straight back home and I tried to cancel my Gouache order.  I asked Google about the water-colour brands she had told me about.  Now I found two water colour sets.  I liked both of them, however neither were available.  They were OUT OF STOCK.

Both websites gave me the option to “back-order”.¬† So I did….

A few days later…I was on my lunch break when I noticed Goldfinch had sent me a text message thanking me for the gift and saying he had just eaten the carrot cake one and it was delicious.¬† I was so pleased.¬† I asked him what the jars were like.¬† He replied “Jars?”

Doubts started to niggle at me.¬† I ignored it.¬† I just sent back a lovely “I love you” message.

Two days later, he texted me saying, “You didn’t try sending me a package to my work? I have a mysterious package in another office?”¬† Another office?¬† I confirmed to Goldfinch that I had.¬† He asked if it was a puppy in a basket with a limited oxygen supply.¬† I asked if he was not at work.¬† He explained that I had sent it to a site owned by the company he works for but on the other side of the city.¬† He was not going to have time to fetch it that day.¬† He said I had sent it to a large warehouse full of grafters.¬† Goldfinch is more of a pen-pusher.

The Hotel Chocolate order I thought had not been successful had gone through afterall. Goldfinch had received chocolates and then a couple of days later the cake in jars.  Only the cake in jars were sent to the wrong side of the city.

Ay ay ay!

Then there were the art sets…again another bamboozled effort to be romantic.

Ugggh!¬† My order for the gouache set had not been cancelled…apparently, it had already been dispatched, so it was too late to cancel the order.¬† Then I found an e-mail saying that one of the water-colour sets had also been dispatched.¬† I immediately cancelled the other back-order.¬† Goldfinch ended up with two paint sets.¬† He almost ended up with three!

He wondered what I thought he had done that was special enough to receive four gifts within a few days.  I explained to him that my internet purchases had bamboozled me.

Aaaaaah Goldfinch….Sorry he realized I am barely proficient when it comes to the internet.¬† Although truth be told, if my purse strings allowed for it, I would be happy to shower him with gifts forever more.¬† Lovely lovely man.

Lesson Learnt:¬†Don’t try to be romantic…just bake cakes!