we always knew when my oldest brother was coming home for a visit, because suddenly there would be real butter and Nescafé coffee in the house!
And then she'd bake oven scones... which, if any of the rest of us tried to nick when they were hot and fresh out of the oven, we'd get our fingers walloped and told to "Get the hell out of those!"... but The Golden Child could waltz in, go off with 6, and Mum would half-jokingly say "Leave those alone", before going back to her mixing.
Don't get me wrong... I love my brother... but it was funny!
And then she'd bake oven scones... which, if any of the rest of us tried to nick when they were hot and fresh out of the oven, we'd get our fingers walloped and told to "Get the hell out of those!"... but The Golden Child could waltz in, go off with 6, and Mum would half-jokingly say "Leave those alone", before going back to her mixing.
Don't get me wrong... I love my brother... but it was funny!
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