My mother was a firm believer in preparedness, her motto being “hope for the best, prepare for the worst.” One of her favourite phrases, which I learned in early childhood was “just in case.” Just in case I might get hungry, because I never ate breakfast, I was sent to school with three Arrowroot biscuits wrapped in waxed paper, tucked inside my pocket. Neighbourhood dogs frequently followed me, hopeful of a treat.
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