At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls.

I'll have to take this shirt to the cleaners.

Whachum had neither cross nor pile , His plunder was not worth the while ; All which the conqueror did discompt, To pay for curing of his rump

Tradition has it that their main meal in later colonial times consisted chiefly of salt meat, potatoes and pumpkin stewed in a camp oven all day,¹³⁹ with damper and golden syrup (cocky′s joy) for pudding, and no fruit at all. Tasmanian jam was available from the 1860s onwards, but it was up to four times as expensive as the cocky′s joy,¹⁴⁰ which consisted entirely of caramelised sugar.