zedr
new but not *that* new
My grandad was a premium late night snacker. He would regularly raid downstairs cupboards, freezers and fridges for midnight pudding. My gma used to try to foil his attempts by moving and hiding anything sweet, but always unsuccessfully. He would always deny he had been for a scrounge until one day, well into his 70s she found him at 7am with his head in a bowl of melted ice cream.
I definitely have his midnight sweet treat gene, but partner zedr is much more tolerant of my late night snack runs.
I definitely have his midnight sweet treat gene, but partner zedr is much more tolerant of my late night snack runs.
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