So apparently a lesson was learned in the house today. A lesson of self preservation and who we are as a family. My uncle, bless his soul, a man who was intelligent enough to soar through Vet at uni was offered dip at a street party. His options for the dips were beetroot or hummus and in this moment all his self awareness left his body. In his attempt to please the hostess he didn't know, an inherent need to not be disliked by these strangers, he accepted and accepted knowing full well that he is really very allergic to sesame which just so happens to be a major ingredient in both of them. The tipping point where he realised that self preservation may be a thing happened as he put the damn food in his mouth and he subtly went to spit it out in their immaculately clean garden and silently walk home to find his medication for his rapidly swelling throat and to reflect on all his life choices, leaving his children to go and inform their mum that 'dad had gone home to die quietly and not inconvenience the neighbours' And I'm pretty sure if I was in his situation I would have done the exact same thing