“You look tasty,” I said to myself. At the time I was making my way to the counter at the “Discount Store” in the Hyperdome at Loganholme, Brisbane (where, for the princely sum of  $9, I was about to buy a nice wig for Lorelle, my childhood friend, to wear during our Christmas day party – hope she will like it!). Actually, I wasn’t talking about myself when I thought, “You look tasty” (in case you’re wondering); I was looking at a big bag of some of my favourite lollies from childhood. Now it’s not that they are exactly the most delicious lollies (or sweets, or candies – if you’re not from these here parts) in the world… but they are just about the most fun to eat. So I bought the bag for $2 (a bargain, only from the Discount Store) and I couldn’t resist opening them before even making it outside to the car park.

A sweet little girl saw me open the packet as I waited for Roland to come out of the ‘gents’ and she didn’t take her eagle eyes off of me – she knew what I was going to do… she willed me on… And Roland smiled when he laid eyes on me. And the little girl laughed into her hand up at her mouth. I gave her three winks as I passed her – I couldn’t talk because my mouth was well and truly full.

A bit later, after we had arrived at my brother Bill’s in Tingalpa, I was about to sit down with all the men out in the garden (my younger brother Henry, too, was there and also Rob and Ross, Bill’s friends) when I decided to bring out the old favourites.

“Want one of these?” I asked, offering the bag of lollies to Rob. Overjoyed, he went to take one and I added, “But if you take one you must put it on properly!”

He still took it. Ross took one also… and Bill. They kindly posed for photos and seemed not to object when I admitted that the shots would be broadcast around the world on my blog. Have you guessed what kind of lollies I bought? See if you are right….