There's A Time And Place For Everything...

A couple of weeks ago I was in the supermarket, having my wallet drained, and, as usual, my children were ignoring global obesity statistics whilst filling our trolley with enough chocolate to make Willy Wonka blush.

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Towards the end of the aisle, one of them reached for a tin of Quality Street. “WHOOOAAAA” I yelled.

The kids looked my way and froze. I asked what they were playing at and they replied something about “just getting chocolates” before continuing the tin’s trajectory towards our trolley. I’m going to digress here, and say they were going to plonk it on the bread, because that’s what kids do (and have done for all eternity)… they always put all the heavy stuff straight on top of the bread.

I intercepted the tin and it went straight back on the shelf. I then paused our shopping expedition to deliver some sage, fatherly advice on keeping some things sacred. Tins of Quality Street are sacred to December and early January. That is the only time they can be eaten. The same goes for Roses, Chocolate Oranges, and After Eights.