tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post2872564727592696858..comments2024-01-30T07:41:20.885+00:00Comments on Broken Barnet: The Tell-tale HeartMrs Angryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-28506731064817009942010-07-16T09:25:47.991+01:002010-07-16T09:25:47.991+01:00... but, Caroline, if you remember, we were allowe...... but, Caroline, if you remember, we were allowed seconds, but only after the boys, who were presumed to have greater need ... actually some of the food was inedible anyway, but we were not allowed to leave any so chidren used to resort to slipping it on the floor, or even in your pockets! Some of the puddings, tapioca,(we used to call it frogspawn) and semolina - like wallpaper paste - were just so disgusting ... however I do have fond memories of the Irish stew, goulash and huge mereingues ...<br />Sadly I don't really know where you would find a bunch of nuns anymore, and bearing in mind how despicable the Tories behaved after listening to the Rabbi's well intentioned but wasted prayer, somehow I think they are beyond redemption.Mrs Angryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00586223909475832791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6371203489316363738.post-1000881656313462892010-07-15T22:37:50.545+01:002010-07-15T22:37:50.545+01:00Mrs A, I think we both went to St Vincents but I h...Mrs A, I think we both went to St Vincents but I have to correct you on one thing. Although female I frequently managed seconds and even thirds of pudding. Maybe in the 1960s the feminist threat didn't need dealing with via starvation :)<br />Digressing slightly, maybe you should bring a bunch of nuns with you to the next Barnet Council meeting you attend. I could never do anything naughty while directly under their steely gaze - do you think it may have the same effect on Barnet's appalling Tory councillors?carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04961806702270266273noreply@blogger.com