It’s odd, the things that stick in the mind. At least in mine.
My Nan once told me that my Grampy grumbled to her about tasting washing up liquid when he had a cuppa. I have no idea how often he grumbled about it or how serious he was, and this was long after my Grampy passed away. Still, it occurs to me every time I do the dishes and I rinse all our cups thoroughly.
What are we passing on, to the generations that follow us?
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