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Sweets for my teeth

Some things in life should be taken very seriously indeed. Jellies, sweets, candy is one of them. One's junk food is a serious business.

Playing candy crush in hospital is a great way to pass the time. If you play it like I do, you don't even need a phone! The nurses never know what they will find lying around when I'm on the ward. Cola bottles two beds down. Jelly beans on the other side of the room. jelly snakes falling out of your nightie. (That one was a particular surprise to the nurse). I don't know how they got there *** I wish they were in my stomach. The possibilities for snakes and ladders, jelly snake puzzles and hide and seek are endless! Its a great way to beat hospital boredom.

At home one evening, I had a bowl of milk teeth jellies. One of the lovely ladies that looks after me says that her brother in law works in a sweets warehouse. I got to work stuffing my face in the ladylike was that I do (!). When she came in half an hour later, I had the bowl in my arms, I said to her I'm going to need your brother in law's phone number and a copy of his work ID. I didn't notice she was on the phone..... to her brother in law asking him to get me a box of milk teeth! She asked me if there was anything else I might like, that is a war and peace length list!! I asked for a couple of things that I haven't had since I was a kid - giant mushrooms, (or as I call them, nipples), and large smiley faces. She arrived a few days later with all three boxes. I went to sleep with a smile on my face. Seriously I woke up with a smiley stuck to my cheek!

I have visited enormous sweet shops (in other countries of course) not in Ireland, we are not cool enough for that. As soon as I cross the doorway, (music:
Love is in the air, everywhere I look around
Love is in the air, every sight and every sound
I don't know if I'm feeling peckish
I don't know if I'm being wild
But it's something that I must be eating
And it's there when I look in your aisles.

Some people are addicted to alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, gambling, collecting stamps! I have been addicted to collecting many things over the years. Weirdly shaped soaps is a memorable one. I'm a firm believer if the shoe fits, buy them in every colour! My first love is jellies and true love lasts forever.













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