The Wooden Spoon

At the weekend, I attended my first ever quiz night.  My team won of course and so we each took home a box of chocolates (which I had for breakfast the next day).  But I also went home with a head full of thoughts.  You see, on the tables were numbered wooden spoons. Innocent enough, yes.  But they got me thinking. In my childhood, The Wooden Spoon was used to inflict pain.  My dad could become very creative in his choice of weaponry when he was in a drug-induced, violent rage....more