My elder daughter Jo, when she was about 14, made an apple crumble in Home Economics at school. She brought it home and served it up, very proudly, for our pudding that night.
It must have been at least 10 years later when she told us she had knocked the dish over, in the school cloakroom, and most of the apple and a fair bit of crumble had slid on to the floor. She had scooped it up with paper from the loo and put it back in the dish. We, of course, had eaten it all up and told her how good it was.
