Melita Smith
It was Christmas and we were somewhat anxiously hosting our new-found relatives, John and Pat, for dinner. They were a charming couple, a little like Jack Sprat and his wife, he long and lean, she, short and fat. After a very convivial dinner, we felt much more relaxed. To finish the meal I’d made a plate of my special fudge. Turning to Pat I offered her some, saying: “Would you like some pudge, Fat?” |
