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  • My grandparents were undemonstrative. They expressed their affectionate feelings rarely. I do once remember my grandpa telling me that he fell in love with grandma when he saw her huge blue eyes peeping out from under her cloche hat. (It was the twenties).

    The way I knew she loved him was this:

    Grandma always knew exactly, but exactly, how much food to cook for her diners. No-one ever went hungry. But there was never anything left over. Except, when the pudding was finished...

    "Oh." Grandpa would remark, peering into the custard jug. "There's some leftover custard."

    "Is there? Perhaps you would be kind enough to finish it off?" Grandma would suggest.

    "Well, I suppose I could," he would say, helpfully. Then he would tuck into the leftover custard, straight out of the jug, with his pudding spoon. He never looked happier.
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