"Why in the fuck would your mother have given you that to eat when you were wearing that white skivvy?" Uncle John. "I don't even know mate... Why would she even make me wear a white skivvy in the first place?" The things I'd do to get a chance to be her ill-dressed skivvy wearing, toffee apple munching red headed terror again.
As a stubborn cunt of a human I know it's really hard to say let bygones be bygones and then move on. I just wish I knew sooner that was a fault not a strength of mine.