One Christmas eve back in the days when my Dad was here on this earth, it was around midnight and I was hungry. My Mum had stocked the cupboards with Christmas food, and I decided to nip down and take something small to eat. My stomache was churning a little... I descended the stairs. Everyone else was asleep. I went through to the kitchen and opened one of the cupboard doors. I could see that my Mum had shopped at our local budget foreign store called Lidl. They sell budget foods and in those days some foods were sold in foreign packets where English was only seen in smallprint down the bottom as an afterthought. I saw a chocolate biscuit bar. It was covered in a wrapper. I decided "This will do", opened the packet and took a bite. It tasted a bit bland, but as I had started and didn't want to waste it... At least this foreign food was edible! I ate my way through the bar. The whole bar tasted bland. It was a little odd. I went to look at the packet. Was one of those where the translation into English was a bit off and it said "Good Boy" on it. Otherwize, apart from foreign writing, the wrapper was a bit unexciting and ordinary. Cetainly not marketed the same way as British food which used a lot of manipulated colours on it to entice people to buy.
Well, I went to bed less hungry. My stomache had stopped churning. It will do for now! I went to sleep.
The next morning was Christmas day. We all had the odd present or two to open. My Mum was in the kitchen looking for something.
She said "Has anyone seen the dogs Christmas present?" Umm no? None of us had. I asked her what it looked like, and she said it was a chocolate covered dog biscuit... 
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