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Skin on custard / blancmange disgusting.!
At head of the table in comp I always asked if some wanted it..some did, but when there were no takers I always took it off before passing it to to the rest of my fellow diners.

Love the skin - always tried to get it at school dinners unless someone else got to it first

I only like tinned marrowfat peas.

I've also never discriminated for or against 'skin' on blancmange etc - just part of the deal :-D

Love the skin:)))...like l love dripping on bread:)))

jude

I like tinned peas & the skin on custard & milk puddings. I like tinned carrots too.
No accounting for taste.
Sharron, have you thought of writing a book about Fred´s adventures in your spare time?
Ducks to avoid missiles. :-0

I don't suppose I would be allowed to now he is a civil dignitry, village tablecloth monitor.

He is probably covered by the official secrets act or something.

Wisechild......thats a blinky good idea....your book could bring laughter as well as a great deal of help to readers. The way you have helped your dad is amazing:)) and you have a brilliant way of telling us all about his/yours daily antics...LOL

jude ;-)

He is downstairs beavering away at his official duties in a very important manner.

No doubt he will be expecting to have a chain of office for official occasions.

Sounds lovely except the tinned peas and pink blancmange - yuk

They were parts of different courses.

Come on Sharron.
Then Jude & I could claim royalties for being so supportive.
Seriously I think it would be a ray of sunshine to thousands of other carere. :-D :-D

A poor,disabled old man is being cruelly exploited and you think it would bring a ray of sunshine.

Shame on you!

Buying him an extra sausage sandwich :-D Then deducting it from his pocket money :-D :-D Thats exploitation :-D then nick half his fish and chips too boot. ;-)

So he has carried out his civic duty and we have a pile of clean tablecloths. They need to be back at the church hall but, of course,he doesn't have a key and I don't want him crossing the main road unnecessarily, so I have suggested that Fred and his mate take them up the road to one of the churchwardens tomorrow.

He said he wouldn't do it, I said he would and he had a sulk.

It turns out that he still thinks I can't organize a beer up in a brewery and he can't carry the tablecloths all that way on his wheelchair. His mate will be with him, on his pushbike,and he has been known to cycle home with a weeks shopping.

Would you really want one as silly as me to be writing a book for the benefit of others?