the kids in our building have decided my flat is the snack stop
no kids of our own. the building kids play downstairs in the evenings and somewhere along the way my door became the place for water, biscuits and the bathroom i don't mind. i like them. but there are six of them now, one asked yesterday if i had 'the good biscuits, not these', and i've never met most of the parents do i say something to the parents, or just keep buying the good biscuits