Saying Grace

Thinking about the sumptuous lunch Amanda had cooked on Sunday for my birthday I realised it was a lomn time since anyone had said grace.  I suppose I left it to Don who liked to say grace before a festive meal  I feel one ought to thank someone.  Even if one does not have a deity to thank one should perhaps be glad of one's good fortune inliving in a country where food is plentiful.  When I was small my mother's mantra was "Eat it all up.  There is somme poor little boy in India who hasn't got any dinner and has to go hungry"  Uf it was liver which I hated I would think - well he is welcome to mine.

My mother taught manners as well as grace.  I had to say "Thank you God for my good dinner.  Please Mummy may I get down?"  I taught my small daughter to say and one day after watching me cook the meal  she said, quite logically, "Thank you Mummy foe my good dinner/ Please God may I get down?"

We used to sing a grace at Girl Guides called  Johnny Appleseed.
The Bishop's wife said "I think we will say thanks after the meal.  I'm not sure how the pudding will turn out"
Three potatoes between the four of us
Thank the Lord there aren't any more of us.