biscuits

At the end of the school day, we walked the long, cold way home feeling happy and hungry. There we found a warm fire, country ham with gravy and hot biscuits, and a mother to hug us! If snow blew under the doors that night, what did it matter? Christmas time was just around the corner.

I owe my first inkling of the problem of infinity to a large biscuit tin that was a source of vertiginous mystery during my childhood.

Rosy__ mummy hands Franny a clear plastic bag full of reject biscuits, then Rosy holds her cheek out for Franny__ wet kiss. Rosy wipes the slime from her face and Franny cackles, then shows them both into the lounge.There on Franny__ coffee table is a biscuit tin with a Christmas picture on the lid. Proper shop-bought biscuits, not factory rejects.__lease, may I have a biscuit?_ Rosy says.__h, there are no biscuits in that my darling,_ Franny says, and pulls the tin from Rosy__ prying fingers. Franny holds open the bag of crumb-speckled chocolate digestives. __elp yourself, my wee hen.__osy settles for a reject.Franny puts the Christmas tin up high, way up high, way out of reach.

I am Nom-O-Tron,' said the machine, in a big, boomy voice, so loud that Astra was afraid her mum and dad or some other grown-ups would hear and come to see who was sneaking a bedtime snack. 'Shhh!' she said. 'Have you got any biscuits?