In praise of - the traditional biscuit.

I SHOULD confess that I no longer eat biscuits.

That particular avenue of pleasure was closed off by the need to slim down a tad or ton.

I eat oatcakes from time to time, but these don't count, even when plastered in jam. But, once upon a time, I enjoyed a biscuit as if there were no tomorrow.

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