As a child there was a very special tin on the bedside table in my parents room. it stayed shut for 5 days out of every 7. But at the weekends we could go into bed with mum and Dad whilst they had a cup of tea and the magic tin would be opened! Ask my children or my niece and nephews and I’m sure they’ll remember the magic tin too!
It only contained rich tea biscuits, no chocolate bourbons or custard creams. No ginger nuts or Viennese fingers. Just plain old rich teas! But it never seemed to matter – they tasted much better than any other biscuit!
Goodness only knows where that tin went when Dad moved house, I’m sure it must be tucked in a cupboard somewhere.
But whilst in Stratford with my girlie for her university interview we decided to have a charity shop hunt (it seemed a cheaper and less tourist filled option than the William Shakespeare experience!)
Look what I found!
The magic biscuit tin!
A little piece of childhood – a little reminder of weekend mornings drinking tea in bed with my parents – a little something which made me smile and shed a tear at the same time!
Now I’m off to the supermarket to buy a packet of rich tea biscuits….after all it’s nearly the weekend!