And then I ate the dog.

I was recently introduced to two little dogs via the iPhone

Aren’t they cute? One of them has obviously heard about me, though, and looks distinctly wary. I’ll be meeting them in person before too long, and am looking forward to it. The picture, though, reminded me of a Christmas ritual from my childhood.

We would often be given a box of shortbread by a particular friend of my parents. The selection was always the same – very traditional – and, as we didn’t eat biscuits very often, were considered a rare treat. I was always allowed to choose, so would work my way through those available in a specific order until there was only one left.