My Gran was the same with the eggs. It got to the last two and she took them out of the box and into the tray with six holes. The date is stamped on them. But my mum and her were always in a rush. So that would be why a handful of times I had to leg it to the bathroom to throw up. It wasn't often, I remember every time. One time I was unfortunate enough to have just had my peanut butter sand which. And inevitably it put me off it a little. I had a nightmare that my mum had laced my sandwiches with bleach one night. Peanut butter great for energy says widespread media, magazines and nutrition articles. But all that insoluble fibre just fills you up and gives your stomach extra work. And it sticks like glue in your mouth if your a tiny bit dehydrated. Mixed with jam, I liked the Americans twist, made it more palatable. I know my mum did not set out to make me throw up. Her mum was the same. Kids always blame themselves before their parents. The both of them didn't seem to switch between the gears. They walked at the speed of light. None of them would take the bus. Made them feel like a commoner I am guessing. Yet my mum makes on like she feels people look down their nose at her. So which way is it? Going up town was like a chore or a military march. There was never any point in me going with mum. It was always there and back in record speed. Needs must. Not for pleasure. Now and then we got a baked potato or sandwhich made to take out. But you have to eat. Is boredom good for a child? Some of our teachers used to say it was.