ok you did say daily share *daft wicked grin*

The old man a few houses along the road came to visit the other day. His accent is very broad and he has always had an impediment where his tongue would appear to be to big for his mouth making him hard work to have a conversation with.   Yet whenever he comes he brings a wee treat perhaps a poke o crisps or some biscuits .   

Yesterday it was a box of Tunnock's teacakes oh how the years rolled back. I remember the look of uninhibited joy on my mum's face when she unwrapped one of these rare treats. We never had much money for fancies but mum would put a sixpence away each week and as Christmas approached she would order our precious Tunnock's box. One by one the contents would be laid out on the table before being stored in the cupboard for the festive period. A slab of cherry cake (a Madeira or pound cake with added fruit) a slab of sultana cake the Madeira was always saved for trifle, a box of carmel wafers and the teacakes.

My mother would share anything she had with anybody but the teacakes were her special treat and even my dad who ate cakes and biscuits as soon as he found them would leave them alone. When the men were all at work (I was a very late baby) I would be drawn up to sit on her knee and learn the great secret. You see some people lick the chocolate but that is just plain wrong. You have to gently tap round the biscuit base with your teeth till the roof of the dome separates then eat the chocolate before dipping your tongue into the soft mallow and savouring the pleasure as it melts in your mouth. Only when you have almost finished the mallow are you allowed to bite into the crisp biscuit base the art being to leave just enough mallow on the base to make it dreamy.

Much as I enjoyed our Tunnock's days it was only far later in life that the true secret she had been teaching me revealed itself. When life is busy and fraught with cares and chores it is those Tunnock's moments, those simple pleasures which prove to be the batteries which give us