I can understand that. Blech.
School dinners actually gave me a lifelong hatred of salad. It was a once-a-week meal at primary school, and they forced you to eat it. I was happy with the cold meat, the mashed potato, grated carrot and stuff, but when they dumped salad cream on everything, and a dollop of beetroot, that was it. I could not eat it, and the thought still makes me feel queasy forty years on.
Maybe I should get some counselling and therapy, and sue Surrey County Council for childhood trauma...
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