A youngster asked me recently what my favourite fast food was when I was young.
‘We had no fast food,’ I replied. ‘All the food was slow.’
‘Where did you eat then?’ he asked.
‘It was a place called home,’ I explained.
‘Mum cooked and when Dad came home from work, we sat down together at the table and if I didn’t like the food I was allowed to sit there until I did like it.
‘Then I’d ask, “May I leave the table, please?”’
I told him my parents never drove me to school and that I delivered papers six days a week.
He couldn’t stop laughing.