I grew up in a semi-detached house which had a biscuit tin that was always full. When I was a little girl I had cereal for breakfast and half a cup of tea. My sister and I would ask our Mam if we could have a biscuit each to dip into it. She would usually say yes, but even if she didn't I'd usually scoff at least three. But I'd hide them, because my sister to this day can't keep the teeniest secret.
I rarely admit to myself that I like routine.
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