Reminds me of a joke:

Three women and their daughters go for a drive but, sadly, they are all killed in a car crash.

The first woman and her daughter go up to the Pearly Gates, and St Peter says, "I'm sorry, Ma'am, but you can't come in here. All your life you only ever thought about money, and you even called your lovely daughter, here, Penny."

So she grabs her daughter's hand and takes her down below.

The next woman steps up to the gate, and St Peter says, "You can't come in here, either. All your life you only ever thought about alcohol, and you named your daughter Sherry."

So off she goes downstairs as well.

St Peter looks at the next woman, and starts to speak, but she grabs her daughter's hand and says, "Come on Fanny**, we're leaving!"



** (You may have to remember the English & Oz-lish meaning for the word "fanny" here.)

Now, enough of the thread creep: these biscuits aren't like rice crackers are they? Made of rice meal and very crisp, and quite thin.

Helen