It's a far cry from the Shrove Tuesdays of my youth, which were spent cramming as much chocolate as possible into myself in an attempt to make up for the six long sweets-less weeks which lay ahead. I, and my sisters, and pretty much all of my friends, gave up sweets for Lent every single year until I was 17, when I ate a Dairy Milk during the UCD open day and never looked back. But until then, it was no sweets but (somehow these were allowed) bubble gum until Easter Sunday, when we would all gorge on chocolate, which never tasted quite as good as you remembered it being.
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It's a far cry from the Shrove Tuesdays of my youth, which were spent cramming as much chocolate as possible into myself in an attempt to make up for the six long sweets-less weeks which lay ahead. I, and my sisters, and pretty much all of my friends, gave up sweets for Lent every single year until I was 17, when I ate a Dairy Milk during the UCD open day and never looked back. But until then, it was no sweets but (somehow these were allowed) bubble gum until Easter Sunday, when we would all gorge on chocolate, which never tasted quite as good as you remembered it being.
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