A few weeks ago I was at a friend’s house sitting chatting in his kitchen, when his 11 year old son came in and poured himself a glass of milk. In the process of pouring it from the container some splashed out of the glass and onto the worktop. Without hesitating he flicked his hand down by his side, this caused his slightly baggy school sweatshirt to drop down to cover half his hand. In a deft move, he grabbed the cuff so that it now covered his palm as he extended his hand back up, and he mopped the small puddle of milk with his improvised, ever-ready cloth. My immediate reaction was of slight disgust. That cuff was going to smell pretty ghastly within a few hours. Whilst I hoped his was a calculated act, the last use of a sweatshirt destined for the wash, I suspected by the […]

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