I’ve just remembered something and that’s what’s so great about me writing this blog, I can keep recording my thoughts. I can just write my memories down when they come to me so that I don’t forget.
A few years ago (my menopause years) my daughter bought me a gift set of sea salt from the Dead Sea for Christmas. So I filled my salt cellar up with it and put the extra away for another day. Now my husband and I don’t use very much salt, but our daughters favourite breakfast at the time was chucky eggs and soldiers. And for weeks she kept telling me there was something wrong with the eggs I was feeding her. They didn’t taste right, they must be off. This went on for weeks, that is until the day we were all sitting down for Sunday dinner, roast leg of lamb, roast potatoes and all the veg. “Mum what the ...... have you done to the potatoes they taste awful? “ “Nothing”. Said me. ”Mum, they taste just like the eggs you have been trying to feed me.” And then there was a very long silence. And then. “Mum, what did you do with the Dead Sea salt I bought you for Christmas?” And without hesitating I said. “ I put it in the salt cellar”. ”Mum, that was salt for your bath, Not to eat”........ I’m not going to use the words that followed my confession, but as you can imagine the family all fell about laughing at the dinner table and I must admit I joined in. What an idiot I was and still am sometimes. But I did promise myself I would try and remember to read the small print on any packages in future. The Chucky eggs and soldiers tasted much better from that day on! Blessing and love always. Now I can get back to the dripping light bulbs.
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