Thread: Bld,s Impeccable Kitchen table & Dining manners

A fond memory of my dear old ma when I was growing up was she insisted on proper ettiquette at the dining table. And if I was caught shovelling food down my gob with the fork and knife being incorrectly held a sharp blow to my knuckles with her soup spoon would swiftly be applied much to the amusement of my siblings. I quickly learned the correct way but fuck it done little for my Profanity.
Good one mum. To this day my Table manners are still talked about in the mess halls of minesites worldwide. From the balmy jungles of se Asia to the deserts of Sudan.
Manners make the man said my old mum.
My kids seem to have picked up the bad habit of just shovelling it in any which way which I'm not to happy about. The fookers run rings around me with a set of chopsticks though.