Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

I can’t sleep. I was chatting earlier in the day to a pal in Arizona (hi C!) in talking about her significant other, it reminded me a lot of my ex, who sounded similar in a particular situation and aspect. So I’m up, trying to sleep but not really getting anywhere. Missing one’s ex is very inconvenient, if not pathetic. Go on, I beg you to tell me.

I decided to try and deal with this constructively and write about a treasured memory.

Back when I still lived in England and was in Miss Reid’s class 6 at Bannockburn Primary in Plumstead (you’ll all have no idea where that is but the character Penfold, from Danger Mouse is originally from there! Just like the Wombles come from Wimbledon!), Christmastime descended.

We were all given sugar mice for the Christmas crackers we were to make. They would reside within the cracker which we’d not get to open till the last day before the hols or whatever. There was no way in hell I waited till Christmas Day to have mine, being the awful sweet tooth that I am.

My sugar mouse was candy pink, and had a pink tail made of thickly twined wool. The mouse itself was hard, yet looked a little like ice. Like the ice in the coconut ice confection. Mmm. I couldn’t wait to eat my mouse. I often removed it from the cracker and had it sit in the palm of my hand…how much I wanted to eat it.

I never have been able to find a similar such equivalent.