God’s life spring in a biscuit tin

I wonder if the contents of my biscuit tin could be a reflection of my life. I know what I’d like in my biscuit tin –

Ladurée maccaroons, mini florentines, or perhaps NICE biscuits, even better, Belgian Waffling’s nice biscuits.

But due to the yeast / egg free thing going on presently this is mine and Erbie’s biscuit tin.


No fat , no sugar, a bit salty, fairly dry. Read as: no work, no sex, housing meetings, fairly boring.

Biscuit tins are another oddity, certainly not something I utilised before Erbie. Biscuits didn’t last long enough to put in a tin, and if they were, were usually forgotten about well past their sell by date. This tin was my mother’s and now I am a mother it has got biscuits in, all be it little savoury ones.