We had to eat all our food or were not allowed to leave the table. I used to sit there for hours with cold fish and new potatoes in front of me - I hated it!
I don't remember eating at anyone else's house, although I must have done as I used to stay with friends from school. Some of them were quite well off, and I bet their parents thought I was a right pleb.
Yeah, me too. I was brought up in a household which spent the week making Sunday's leftovers last for days 'cos we didn't have much money so leaving anything was one of the biggest crimes imaginable. I still find it hard to throw away food now, if you've bought it or cooked it then you eat it.
Never ate at anyone else's house either, nor had anyone round.
As far as Donna's interpretation of the phrase goes however, yes I always leave the last biscuit or whatever. Taking the last one for yourself is rude.
), sometimes the enquirer gets the lot. With especially desireables, the divider is not the decider.


< this is my sneery smile. I am sneering at you because you have just come out with the shite excuses that were fed to me whilst I was growing up as to the reasons why the blokes always got the best and biggest portions. 

