I have vivid memories of Mum licking her fingers and then attacking my face with said wet, slobbery fingers in an effort to remove some dirt, or lipstick, or dried food or even dried snot. I hated it. This is probably why now, if I have food on my face while I am eating I don’t wipe until I am finished my meal. It seems like a waste of time to me and an annoyance, and so it stays, much to everybody else’s annoyance who seem to all be subtly scratching their cheeks on the left side.

And now we come to my kids, I never thought I would care but I just can’t seem to help myself. I know it will probably make them cry, but when I see that dried snot on their cheek or drinking chocolate on the bridge of their nose, I have to get it off. And so in an effort to minimise their crying and my annoyance I have honed my skills till only one pick, scratch or scrub is required to remove the blemish. When I thought about the skills I would need as a mother this wasn’t even on the radar but what an advantage to have picked up this skill, I mean there must be plenty of jobs for efficient dried snot removal, right?

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