This is only one of my little personal litanies; but since I do all the shopping for both myself and mum, last week I brought a sliced Malt Loaf, and mum had been eating it while I was too busy working to think of eating anything. She told me a few days ago, that she'd had some and hoped I didn't mind. I said nothing; and kept my own cousel on the matter, as I usually do. Then yesterday I found the packet empty, and threw it in the rubbish bag - since she had been remiss to do so, while not… Continue