[Margaret Pilkington]

ooooh, that brings back memories. I was once hankering after some toast and my mother said the coals were not red enough to make toast (the fire hadn't been going very long)......I was insistent that it WAS red enough......so my mother cut me a shive of bread and let me put it on the coals........needless to say, mother was right and made me eat the blackened smoky dry bread. Moral of the story...trust your mother she really does know best!