IMO, anyone who’s reached that age can eat what the hell they like.
I once had to have a Word with one of the staff at my mother’s care home, who bossily told her that she should be choosing the brown bread sandwiches (instead of the white) - daily provided at tea time - because they were healthier.
My mother was over 90! (And went on to 97).
Should add that during nearly 8 years in that home, that particular carer was the only one I didn’t take to. IMO def. in the wrong job. All the others were lovely.
What were your dream names for your kids when you were growing up?


