When I think of jam I'm immediately soothed…
Can a simple concept be the adult equivalent of a baby's security blanket? Actually I was a thumb sucker, hair twirler and maniacal chewer of all things silly enough to enter the airspace around my mouth; unlike Charlie I would not have stopped at a finger. I'm still a hair twirler but the other vulgar habits have dropped away as the years passed. Adult thumb sucking seems to attract the same confused glances as breast feeding a child of school age and I'm almost certain that furiously chomping around the hem of a skirt would not be amongst the 'Womans Weekly, tips to score your perfect job'. So now, when I'm a little jittery I channel jam,
delicious, gloopy, sweet, red and purple jam…I can feel my shoulders loosening as I speak…jaaaaammmmmmm.
George Burns once said that 'Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city'. If, like me, another city is really not an option I suggest you think jam…or hitmen!
Thank you Sarah, the jam is delicious!
