Breakfast is a must. Two shredded wheat, covered with honey, and topped with hot or cold milk.
Dinner/lunch, or whatever you want to call it, is simply a cup of tea and some biscuits.
The rest of the day is usually snacks of one kind or another. I've long since given up sitting at the table for a large meal, and seem to live largely on snacks.
Pie on a barm always goes down well. Yesterday I got a bit of stick for having a mashed potato butty.
People should keep their nose out.
I go through an alarming number of Mini Cheddars, and can easily polish off a couple of tubes of salt & vinegar Pringles at one sitting. No longer being able to feel my lips is a small price to pay.
Christmas is always fun. I'm given a little square table all to myself, where I spend a pleasant afternoon hurling abuse at my Turkey murdering relatives and frightening the kids with tales of ghostly turkey's living under their beds, just waiting for them to drift off to sleep.
My Christmas dinner is usually veggie sausage and mash. To make it a little more festive I might add a pickle. But under no circumstances a sprout.
My Aunt had her 80th Birthday party at a rather nice local restaurant, and gave me £50 to stay away.
Says it all really.