The smallest of mind triggers
One of the benefits of getting older appears to be an improvement in long term memory (Let's not get into discussions about the short term requirements of remembering important things without prompting, or even why I have come into this room). N.B. It hasn't, yet, come to my dwelling in reminiscing as a total occupation.
CL offered me snack. We have a cultural difference on what goes on a slice of bread. Her slice gets straight filler; my trencher is more of a "work of art" ~ spread with butter first, the choice of filler etc.
Anyway, CL's offering is a slice of a great bread spread with strawberry jelly (jam) ~ all well received. But the flashback...
More than half a century ago, as a boarding school boy, after classes I lined up for "Scrape", an offering of a slice of bread (suitably aged) smeared with jam, designed to give me the necessary energy to get through football practice until tea (dinner) time.
Now I have this strange urge to to go knock some heads and play Rugby.