What’s in your biscuit tin; a metaphor for life.
I rang Mr Uhdd on his mobile, I wasn’t really expecting him to answer, as I knew he was ‘on a course’, my plan was to leave a message, but to my surprise he answered with ‘Oh I’m glad you’ve rung, I’ve got to do this ‘thing.’ ‘What sort of thing?’ I asked. ‘Well’ he continued ‘if you were a biscuit what sort of biscuit would you be?’ ‘Oh that’s easy’ I replied ‘I’d be a Ginger Nut.’ There followed a perplexed silence (if a silence can be perplexed) ‘Oh I don’t know what to put down…. and how do you know what sort of biscuit you are?’ I have to say there is no short answer to such a question, other than to say I’ve done a lot of research: for the record, I have not yet found out if I am married to a Garibaldi or a Tunnocks Teacake, you would think after all these years, that I would know, but I don’t, Mr Uhdd is keeping the lid on the tin.
So dear reader, if you were a biscuit what sort biscuit would you be? go on tell us; you don’t have to tell us why you can identify with any particular brand, but if you don’t tell, we will draw our own conclusions.
I’ll go and put the kettle on.
(if you seek inspiration look here.)