ninety two years young

my nanny's quality street rebellion

My Nanny lives on Quality Street.

Some say she lives at the end of the long back country lake road.

Lately though?

She lives on Quality Street.

She lives on Quality Street because she ran out of gumdrop cake.

Before you judge, I’d encourage you to snap your traps shut.

If you’re lucky enough to live into your nineties, you can do what you want with that skin cocoon you live in.

Me? I’m going to start smoking again.

Buy me a carton of Camels for my ninetieth.

My Nanny also lives on Quality Street because she forgot.

She forgot that she bought all of her children and grandchildren’s families a tin of Quality Street Toffee’s for Christmas.

That’s fine.

I’ve volunteered The Thumb to forgo his tin.

And my Nanny?

She deserves to indulge herself in her own gifts every now and then.

She, she could give them away freely.

And?

When you’re out of gumdrop cake, keeping some sweetness to yourself is fair enough.

How and when would withholding sweetness be the best thing you could do?

Sugar is sweet.

Being naughty?