This morning my husband holds up an unopened packet of biscuits to his eye and mimes a little teardrop falling neatly onto the line where the instruction clearly states Tear Here.
He hasn't done this for years and it takes me back to another kitchen at the beginning, another table where we sat across from one another and discussed the intricacies and idiocy of English spelling.
Even now, he still can't quite believe that tear the ripping verb and tear the drop of salty sadness, are spelt identically.
But are you sure? he asks incredulously as he eats biscuit after biscuit for his Italian breakfast in our very English village kitchen.
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