Biscuit barrel

It’s a bit of an EB I’m afraid. This was my mum’s biscuit barrel. My sister and I marvel about the fact they got one biscuit out to have mid afternoon and never went mad and ate a load of them. They were in full view in the living room. I have to say my parents remained the right weight for their whole lives until they lost weight when they were were unwell eventually. They were more disciplined than me!