Me: “How many are there?”
Me: “I’ll have seven.”
We sat down to breakfast and Jennie put all the sausages on my plate. They smelt good, and I knew the others really wanted some. And I’m sure they thought that I would be happy enough to call a joke a joke, and then share the sausages.
But in my stubborn teenage mind, it had become a dare, and I had decided I would eat them all, even if I exploded afterwards. Which I nearly did. All day at school, I felt ill. All day at work, the others probably felt hungry.
Funnily enough, I became a vegetarian a few years later.