While watching TV, through the kitchen door I could see my grandmother take the cookies out of the oven.
I was very excited that there would soon be freshly-baked cookies to eat.
I asked my grandmother if I could have one – but I was told firmly that they were too hot, and anyway we had to wait until my grandfather came in for his afternoon coffee to sample them.
I wasn’t best pleased with that, but went back to my TV.
Eventually, my grandmother slipped out of the kitchen to do something else.
I snuck back in there, took a spatula and tried to reach for a cookie.
Of course, my grandmother caught me in the act.
She told me off again and said I would have to wait.