I now live on the road that the character in my book grew up on. He definitely lived in one of those houses.
My mother used to have a thing were we weren't allowed to eat bread out on the street. We could eat sweets and crisps but. we could never take a sandwich or a slice of toast out. She thought it looked bad in front of the neighbours. Go figure. Then again there are some people (usually elderly) who find eating on the street to be the height of a bad upbringing. Times they are a changing as Zimmerman once said...and that was 50 years ago.
The reason I'm thinking about it is because I just ate a sandwich on the bus. Ham cheese and may on brown bread. I made it myself. Technically it was for my lunch but I didn't have time for breakfast. So poorly organised
The funny thing is though, I went to the back of the bus to eat it. I didn't want anyone to see me. Maybe I'm developing my mothers shame when it comes to bread based food stuffs?
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