Heinke makes the best shortbread in the world. She's given me the recipe but mine still isn't as good as hers. So I asked her if she'd make some for Zac's Christmas Fair.
Last Sunday she brought the shortbread to church for me. She said, 'There are two rounds and one is for you.' She knows how much I love it.
But, sighing deeply at my own nobility and generosity, I thought I'd give both to Zac's. Then I opened the packing and saw what Heinke'd written on it. 'For Liz (all for herself)'
Well, I couldn't' go against her so clearly stated wishes could I?